Far from musical, Dorian never really sung in public, only hummed to himself every now and then, he was no talent in that field but he was forced to learn various instruments when he was younger; not that he had picked them up in years. Still, if the creature liked magic that much he could provide; it was his given talent after all. Dorian enjoyed watching the spirit though, interested in how they stayed like that, where they where in this realm--it was different, spirits lingered but completely different and they certainly did not enjoy helping all that much, they normally had selfish means for still clinging to the last grasps of hope and life. Dorian was still as he listened to the other speak about challenges and could not help but offer a warm laugh at the idea.

"Oh, so he likes to be spoiled in his challenges does he? Maybe I will have to find something to tempt you with--" And when the other swayed his hand away and then smeared his thumb to his own forehead, Dorian shook his head away from his grasp, wrinkling his nose. The smell of wet soil was refreshing, but not so close to his nose, not particularly on his face. "Now that was completely and utterly disrespectful, I had a purpose in my actions but that was callous revenge!"

Trying to keep a straight face, the corner of his mouth turned ever so slightly, showing that he was not entirely serious.

"I think you owe me an apology."