Humming quietly, he watched the spirit move into the dark locks of the other mans hair, arching an eyebrow before offering a smile. An agreement with a spirit, sometimes a dangerous thing, but it seemed to work out for him thus far so who was Dorian to judge; of course he always judged, but so far it seemed the small creature didn't mean much harm, they had after all assisted him with his gardening thus far, so maybe he would have to borrow them both to continue in the near future.

"So, you made an agreement with a spirit. What do they get out of it? Certainly I hope more than a nest in your hair." Dorian looked the other up and down pointedly before turning back to his garden, dropping back down to his knees and making sure his body was turned halfway towards Cricket, so they could at least continue the conversation without his back turned to him. Productivity at it's finest. Exhaling, he took up the mint plant and dislodged it from it's previous housing with a gentle shake of the stem before pulling it out.

"How do you fancy getting a little dirty? You don't seem like the type that would mind."