The other sighs and Dorian is tempted to place the hand upon him once more but instead he holds it back. This evening had gone in a direction he had certainly not expected. It was not what he thought would come from a man with a spirit, sneaking up upon him while he started his garden. Now it was nearly done, and he was a kiss closer to the other and while something like this would turn into a one night stand with an empty bed in the morning, he was glad it hadn't, he was content that what they shared was there but not too much, not forced, it was strangely comforting yet out of his league of comprehension. Normally people wanted him then would leave him, that was the story however, this story had just started he had a innate feeling and it made him feel good.

"Yes, they could have picked better time, but spirits run on their own agendas." Dorian murmured, smirking when Taliesin glares at the tiny other. "I'm sure they'll have plenty of more chances to learn, sate that tiny curiosity, though I suppose I can't blame them being so interested in what I do, I am after all, a very interesting person."

The smirk turned into a light grin.

"And so is the man named Cricket."