If he allowed himself to be anything more than academic, he'd end up far more attached to Hawke than he'd ever consider normal. Maybe after the dreams had repeated a few times things would start to click into place.
"If they were all like that woman, I can't say I'm surprised." The image of the blood sacrifice, laid out for all to see, had rather stuck with him. The 'legacy of the magisters', he'd called it. "Then again... you seemed almost noble."
The 'for a mage' was unspoken. Perhaps rather wisely.