While the other stands there and speaks to him, spirit in hand, Dorian holds the mint plant in his hands, listening. It would be rude to get back to work while the other was there, new company and all but he does take the move to set the item back on the ground aside the others, aligning it properly before turning back and dusting his hands off once more, looking to his fingernails and frowning slightly at the grit under them. Something that would have to be dealt with but still, there was time for it later, he at least had an excuse.

"But you prefer Cricket, yes?" There was an amusement in his voice as he dropped his hand once more to his side, both hands down he offers his own ever so slight bow, if introductions where in order of course, he would not be so rude as to not uphold his own expectations of others, even if unexpected. "Dorian Pavus, the pleasure is mine Cricket and of course, Aisling. I suppose you're lucky to have a friend like your spirit friend here, I bet they take care of you while you're performing?"