Listening to the other speak, he watches him dig for a moment, watching the precision of the spirt assisting him and smiles fondly. At least it seems to be wise in the way of foliage, he would have to think of a way to thank them both later; though what can you give a spirit, that is the question. Working on a few other plants, he downcasts his eyes once more and continues to enjoy the explanations of the other, never really having had the opportunity to sit down with a bard and speak about their life, as much as Dorian enjoys talking about himself. So he sings the basic songs then, they seem inane and the other mentions its apart of his livelihood he suppose he understands but Dorian is a man who left his expectations behind him. Still, those in the taverns could be rather particular about the songs being played so he could see the point.

"Well, here's a challenge for you then. When you do sing for me, someday hopefully in the near future, sing what you want instead of what is expected of you. After all, I can't be expected to be entertained by something shallow."

Dorian dropped his voice to match the others tone when he had spoke of it before and continued to grin to himself while he placed a plant once more into the ground, reaching over to pick up a few of the pots and move them in the middle so that Cricket could begin burying his own, with the held of his friend of course. Still, the man is curious, it's obvious in his face and Dorian looks up to meet his eye and murmurs his reply with a lidded expression as he looks to the dirt on his face.

"You'll be withholding judgement for awhile I'm afraid. After all, I've had enough to poorly brewed drinks, don't think I will make it easy for you." Reaching up with his own dirtied hand, Dorian smears another line of soil to match the side of the others face with a playful smirk. "I rarely do."