Oh, Maker. Somehow, Hawke had always known she was going to regret letting Varric exaggerate things so much... it hadn't been so bad in Kirkwall, because it kept the gangs in check, but here, their only purpose seemed to be for terrifying potential romantic interests.
"That only happened once, not the hundreds of time Varric likes to say it does," the arm-beating thing, that is. She liked a little more variation than that when it came to decimating armies of ogres. "He's got nothing to worry about. I'll behave and I'll try not to do anything embarrassing."