Hawke was glad the young man didn't question it or try to argue. Some people, he had heard from Varric, thought Hawke was an entitled bastard just because he spent a few years as a rich noble instead of a poor farmer boy. Of course, most of those people thought he was wrong for standing up for mages and fighting Meredith and her corrupt Templars.
Ken seemed to understand which was nice. Hawke really did hate trying to explain himself.
There was a little bit of regret when the dog jumped from his arms. Hawke was probably being a bit clingy though. He couldn't help it. He was used to a dog at his size almost every hour of the day. If this world had a moment of kindness perhaps it would give him a mabari to take care of and adore. He'd love for one to tumble into this world.
"Well, I suppose my research can wait," Hawke mused, "I don't believe these books will go anywhere. Lead the way, my young Dog Lord friend."