Dorian's lips part to answer, but he hesitates, hearing that small bit of anxiety in the Bull's voice. Or it's entirely possible Dorian is reading far too much into it, sensitive as he tends to be about people's dispositions toward magic outside of Tevinter.

He pauses, trying to place this into terms without getting too technical. Sera tends to get antsy when he or Vivienne or Solas take too much time discussing technique or theory, and while the Bull is made of sterner stuff, Dorian still isn't entirely sure where the Bull stands.

"Spirits can be made to do remarkable things," he says. Briefly, he thinks of his short-lived conversation with Solas about the topic, which is why Dorian slowly adds, "Whether or not it's advised is another topic of conversation. Nevertheless, even the simplest spirits can be powerful tools. Necromancy isn't necessarily the most powerful school, at least not at first blush, but it can be terrifying in the right hands."

Pressing his lips together, Dorian adjusts his gloves again – a small outlet for his desire to fidget.

"I think, for a little while, I needed that. I was spiraling, and I felt like my life was entirely out of my hands, and I, ah. I needed to feel I had dominion over something, and I, being the melodramatic little shit I was at the time, decided that 'something' would be death."