Since his companion is clearly very hungry, Dorian pushes his bowl over to him. Any more of the stew and his stomach is going to revolt.

"It's not about Marcher politics," Dorian explains with a look of disgust on his face. "These mages need help and I'm the only person who thinks of them as humans right now. Have you see the way some people here look at them? They look at them like they're waiting for demons to spring forth from them."

It's clearly been a point of frustration for him. He's tired right now and it lets his more personal feelings out. He takes a deep breath and focuses on control as Tevinter has taught him. "I'm not sure. I don't have the gold to leave so here I am."