Mister Lavellan. That was amusing to Dorian - he was sure that the elf wasn't used to being referred to in such a way, but no wonder he had taken a liking to Ken. And his dog. Lavellan was quite the soft touch when it came to both young and furbabies. "He said that, did he?" Dorian chuckled. "We are...close, me and him. I'm not surprised he is fond of you - he is also fond of animals, very tender-hearted. If he met your dog he might not want to leave your side."
But alright, he would do his best to satisfy some of that curiosity with his magic right now. "I have been studying since I was young," he continued, and rather than use fire or ice (freezing the tea, for example - that would ruin such deliciousness) he held up his hands, and electricity began to crackle between the palms - something low level, an example of Storm abilities. It sizzled and popped, before he squelched the white-hot streams between those spell-casting hands.
"I can call upon the elements, and do some healing which I am learning more of. But you must have some tricks of your own too, no?"