"Right you are." And he makes a face, actually. "Sounds a bit like my first experience with dwarven ale, actually." Still, it makes his mouth quirk into a grin, as he looks at Bethany. "You're not having any of that, here," Herc informs her preemptively, because he doesn't trust her not to get any ideas, and that Hawke stubbornness really is legendary.

As for the 'ow,' Herc just has one hand resting over his mouth, looking at her with a mix of concern and trying-not-to-smile.

"Maybe you oughta slow down. Don't know your own strength, it seems like."