His sole objection would be: what about scholars who are also dwarves, who probably have a leg up on some University-trained lady from Orlais. She moves on quickly enough that he doesn't have time to mention it. Any free space in the conversation is apparently going to be filled by her, even when she cuts off mid-sentence in that mini lecture as she turns away.

Okay. Just answer that last question, Bellamy tells himself. Make this easy.

"History." He steps around her to get the door. That's also what he's here for, right? If he's a little brusque in his movements, so what. "I like history. Got a well-curated selection of those too?"