At the sound of a voice, Cade looks up uneasily-- and it's not that the unease goes away when he sees who it is, but there's at least a glint of recognition and a small lowering of his guard. The Iron Bull isn't going to punch him through a wall anytime soon, at least as far as he's aware.

"Um. Pretty good," he answers, and, after hesitating a moment, gestures lightly to the other chair at his table. There's stuff to talk about, and he's already starting to fidget.