While he is prone to flirting, his guard is not easily let down and even if the man did have his looks, that didn't mean Dorian wasn't silently armed; after all, being a mage had it's perks and a staff was not always needed to perform. He had no worries about his safety, he was too proud in his skillet to think he wouldn't go down without a fight and what would a man with a spirit as a friend want with his garden anyway, it had only just started, it wasn't worth much. All humour aside though, he looked the other over and watched as Aisling land lightly on his palm, noting the curve of the silver tattoo and humming quietly.

"I don't think it's the sharp object you have to worry about." The mage murmured before turning back to the man, looking down at what he had left to complete that evening, before the sun rose. What was a sleep schedule anyway. Looking over his shoulder after he picked down to pick up one the plants, he smirked. "Well your friend is beautiful and your name is unique I'll give you that. Is there a reason why you have been named after a bug or does it run in the family?"