[ -- okay but did you say hawke tho. Dorian only knows one of those.

That brings Dorian up short, and he parses through the information he has at the moment. Different worlds, different universes, they had said. Perhaps it was conceivable there were different methods of magic, even some where the use of blood was acceptable?

He scowls -- if he had more time, he'd ask the young man every question that came to mind, grill him for facts and information and determine for himself if this blood magic was truly as benign as he implied. Time, however, is not on their side, and some distance away, Dorian hears rustling and an inhuman screech. He recognizes it immediately as an old flame. ]

Where I'm from, blood magic is-- abhorrent. A last resort for the weak-minded and the desperate. [ He says it hurriedly, taking a few steps in the opposite direction from the source of that noise. His mana hasn't completely returned, and he'd rather be at full strength before he has another run-in with his clingy ex. ]

But we'll table this conversation for now. I daresay getting eaten is not on either of our schedules, today.