Varric still has a chuckle for her, even with the darkening in her eyes.

"Nah, at least this cult has more to go on than 'oooh, it's a giant fuck-off dragon, let's worship it!' You?" he continues, with a languid sip of his drink. "Stumbling out of the Fade on the heels of Blessed Andraste? Now that's some primo cult fodder right there. Only the best for us."

He says it with the easy smarm of a used car salesman plying his wares, as if this was a product to be hawked on the streets rather than a topic of religious devotion.