"As far as I'm aware I'm the only Hawke here that can do magic or otherwise." He scooped the little dog into his arms so that he could keep petting it and approach the young man who was the dog's owner. "But yes, I am Hawke and I can do magic. What of it?"
Not that he suspected any ill will in Ken, but he was still somewhat cautious. People had different reactions to magic. Most people here seemed to embrace the idea without question. None of them saw it as a threat but he had not met this man and in his world it might be.
Then again, he owned a dog and dogs were excellent judges of character. What sort of dog would choose loyalty to a mage hating person? That would just be lunacy.