Noah looked at this man who seemed to share a similiar curiosity, and thought at that moment how fortunate he must be to have Andraste smiling down on him - that he had been looking at something authorities over his life deemed acceptable. Now he found himself unsure as to how exactly he could prolong this conversation. Talking to other men was... well, he found his pulse didn't beat as fast, and he was sure the gentleman would be offended if he didn't respond to his enquiries.
So, after turning to look at the bookshelf again, he bowed his head to the side. They might meet again. Perhaps they would have more to talk about. War provided the opportunities for tales, but something told him the Wardens would be the stars of most of those. It was aggravating for a showman such as himself. Birth. Status. To have it taken from you or even to never have been born with it.
"I guess so. There are all sorts of things we can talk about later."
His attention by now was focused more on the shelves. Perhaps there was something useful here.