Ma'am? It's just Hawke, thanks. My mother disgraced the family's good name when she eloped with a mage. I'm about as noble as a drunk fourth cousin to a Duke, and that's on a good day.
You remind me of someone. She was Guard-Captain, though. Talked with the same conviction like even a committee meeting was another battle to face.
So you do lead with the salve talk. Hypospray foreplay?
Depends. People making dragon-killing out to be something more than what it is: a lot of noise, a lot of smoke, and one hell of a cramp the morning after.