Oh good, a dog. This one at least was cute, rather than the drooling and bounding mongrels the mabari could be, regardless of how intelligent the Fereldens claimed them to be. When Wanda gave it the command and it stopped, Dorian shifted his gaze from the dog to its owner, smiling in thanks before he even stood from the bench, thankful for her offers of aid and hoping more than anything to alleviate his confusion.

"Dorian. It's a pleasure, Wanda," and he shifts his gaze back to the dog briefly, "and you, Arado. I'd welcome any sort of answers you'd be willing to provide." He pauses. "The two of you aren't demons, are you?" He realized it may seem a strange sort of question, but it was a necessary one. Of course, no demon would admit to it, but in the answering, the truth could be gleaned if one knew what to listen for. He's met a few demons, had a few attempt to possess him.