Danger was always an element of excitement, an element of fun to the mundane life. Dorian never seemed to mind a bit of it, but with his background in necromancy he handles spirits very carefully knowing fully well what powers they possess. Still, it was the mans choice and if he was able to take on the creature so easily he figured there was no issue to concern himself with. It was an individual choice and quietly he hummed in amusement at the others manner in which he bartered for. So the creature liked music, who didn't, he could understand the allure depending on the type that was being played.

"I can guess you'll never receive an answer, they don't seem to be a conversationalist in the least. It's your choice to barter though and I leave that in your more than likely capable hands. It must be pretty good music though, to sway a spirit." Dorian murmured as he pushed back his sleeves a little more from his robes, rolling them up even though they were already dirtied. Moving to the side so the other could sit down next to him, he sat on his legs, kneeling and looked around with a small huff of breath, pointing to each plant as he named it. "Milk thistle to treat poising, ginseng for immunity, comfrey takes care of burns, sage is good for infections, lemon balm if you get a nasty bite from a Cricket--"

There was a small smirk.

"--pot marigold helps with the eyes, and if you need me to explain aloe vera you're hopeless."