To him, a sprit is a spirit as he is a mage the uses magic but it does not matter, the idea is still something all encompassing; a creature formed from magic to stand against those who raise them. When the other hums with him, Dorian cannot help but chuckle, the tone low in his chest, quiet but just loud enough to be obvious as he reaches for a trowel and offers it to the other, having used his hands for most of it. Getting closer to the earth perhaps, dirty work was not really his favoured idea of keeping ones hands busy but it helped and he could meticulous clean them later, it was a winning situation either way.

"An unhelpful acquaintance, if you gave me a coin for every time I came across a man like that I'd be wealthier than my father." The other sits down and he notes his state of dress for a moment before pulling one of the plants towards him from the small grouping he had created earlier, many still within their plastic homes, ready to be reconnected with the ground as they should be. The cricket comment amuses him though and he grins, giving a small shake of his head. "You're a smart one, you are."

Another sarcastic comment, a jest but as he pulls out the next plant, he offers it to the other, pointing to the hole that is closest to him, a good spacing away. "A doctor? No, not in the least. I am no healer, only a few spells here and there but where I come from we rely heavily on plants for more than just cooking. I had to read about these though, I can't say I've seen any elfroot here and nor do I expect to."

A small beat then; "So, you have a family then?"