As they gardened, Dorian listen to the man speak about these small facts of his life, eyes cast downward on the dirt, reaching for the hole that was completed and leaning over, closer to the other, placing it in the carved out space and took the soil with his hands, smoothing it back down to place within the crevices and pack it tightly, rooting the foliage back into the earth, his fingers sliding over, pushing and pulling to create the habitat.

"Then charismatic is not the word I would use for him, manipulative is likely what you are looking for." Comes the mages reply as he lifts his head to look at the man from his bent over position, covering the plant within it's new, natural housing. The words are simple, bluntly stated, but Dorian rarely is the man to hold back. "I assume bandaids are close to bandages but I'll fail you at grasping what aspirin is, something otherworldly I am guessing, new, or modern." After all he had seen many things here that he had never before seen in his life, medication was something he heard of, only in passing.

"Lucky you, a brother to lovingly torment you, a nephew to watch after when the parents are away and your very own two parents to do whatever it is families do in your realm. Should I assume it's a loving unit that you sow you're dependence in?"