Dorian didn't believe himself to be especially good with the younger crowd - he could hardly remember being a child himself, and of course he never really planned to have any of his own. But you just treated them like adults in general, didn't you? Mini-adults. There was no reason to talk down to the young man - though the mage did feel a bit guilty that someone so young had actually ended up here in this place. It didn't seem fair, but then again, life rarely was.
"No, I believe this place is large enough to accommodate the both of us," he chuckled warmly. "Would you like some tea?" A gesture to the thermos, showing it off. "It's black tea, nothing extraordinary." Merely something that wasn't alcohol, since he had been trying to cut back - less of a depressed shell of a person who needed liquid courage to cope, you see.
His curiosity also got the better of him too - when he met someone else in a library, it just sort of flared up. "And what are you studying, anything interesting?"