"That I am. Dorian Pavus, Magister of Tevinter," he introduced himself, holding out a hand across the table for a shake. His title didn't matter so much here, but he planned to continue his work with the Lucerni and going forward with his plans, despite the risks, whenever he was home again - or if a version of him was there, no doubt it was a version that was just as serious about shattering perceptions of Magisters (commonly held by dumb-as-rocks apostate mages here in this city, even - that wasn't the noble Hawke that Dorian met at Skyhold, and thank the Maker for it) and bringing forth change to his homeland.
He sipped his tea, ever at ease discussing magic and the practice of it. "I am a Necromancer," he continued. "I call upon spirits for a variety of purposes. Are you a mage as well?"