"If you wouldn't mind. This is quite heavy." Dorian sits; it's not as though he slams the book down, but there's still a quite solid pfuh as leather hits wood.

She's not troubling to disguise her interest. Dorian figures he might as well save her the trouble. "It's not much that's likely to be of interest to anyone without a reason to be curious about the ancestral lineages of Tevinter's oldest houses. I've a little project I'm working on, that's all."