Fascinating, really. Though his expression does not waver, he is truthfully not invested in this remotely. Then again, that's not why he is part of the Inquisition, either; though a mage he is, those are the skills he's putting to use unless in the middle of a fight.

But he keeps his smile, unwavering in her explanation.

"Lucky we have you then, isn't it?" His book is tucked under an arm. "Well, while you're working through the night, don't suppose you need a late night snack? I tend to find I'm a lot less pleasant without something in my stomach."