He chuckled quietly out of sheer delight at being amused by the wagging tail - the dog was very sweet, and surely not meant for a place like this. None of them were, certainly, but it seemed especially cruel to damn something so adorable - if anything happened to that dog and Lavellan found out, he probably wouldn't move from the floor in at least three days.
"It is...well, where I come from it is a way of protection, in a sense," Dorian began to explain. He wished he had some of the necromancy writings with him, but he'd found a whole bunch for Emma, the other mage he was going to potentially teach about the craft (once he found the proper skull and bloodstone, that is). "The fallen, the dead, they are the Maker's first children who aid the second - meaning, they aid mortals in battle. They are called to serve, and find balance before they eventually do return to the Maker. It's honoring life by protecting it."
He didn't mind teaching someone else, even if some would argue that Necromancy was dangerous (especially since the latest undead episode). But they were short-sighted. The book he'd read from, it had been interesting - and he disagreed with the notion that it was wrong to want to learn what the power of such a relic could do. Put a magical, deadly book in the wrong hands and it would cause destruction, but it was the same thing as a madman wielding a sword in the streets - intentions were what mattered, in the end.