The other rolls his eyes, and Dorian grins in return, the curve of his lips playful and that small laugh surfacing again like the bubble on the surface of a lake. It's a warm sound and he exhales, keeping his hands within the soil as he pushes aside more, making room for the next plant to be buried within. Hands dirty, he reached for the sage and removed it from its temporary plot, gently with careful pulls and tugs from the stem, releasing it and placing it within the ground. Everyone was allowed to get distracted every now and then, it was a common for humans to do so when something took interest and so therefor, it really wasn't a problem.

"Quite a repertoire you have there." His voice replied, eyes cast downward on his work, speaking and doing, it was something he took on easily as Dorian rather enjoyed talking, a little too much. He smirks though, the motion soft. "Singing, writing, telling stories and playing an instrument yet the man doesn't dance, now that is a shame. Still, you'll have to sing for me sometime, that way I can appropriately judge you."

Still, when he moves on the speak about the potential of his own story, Dorian pauses and looks up towards the other, searching his face very carefully, amusement washed in with a tone of lingering seriousness as his background was not exactly the point of a story and never would be, more a nightmare if anything, something that would not be worth telling, only to gain him sympathy and if anything, Dorian took care of things on his own, in his own quiet manner. Still, the grin of the other has him smirking all the same and it's his turn to roll his eyes, sitting up straight and folding his hands in his lap idly.

"Two bottles and maybe more, I do enjoy playing hard to get." The mage spoke evenly, laughing softly once more. "Though I assure you, interesting is not the word I would use in reference to my story, my background at least. The tale gets better as you move on, but it's not worth a repeat."