There was always something to plant, something to grow and that was entirely the metaphor of the evening. Gardens would take time to tend, as do anything building between two people, unknowing or not, there was no certain direction only the fumbling of trying to figure out what. Still, Dorian watched him and placed his hands down onto the ground and moved to stand up, dusting himself off and stretching skyward from having knelt for so long; afterwards he dropped his hands though and offered one out to the other to assist him off the ground, even though they were still stained with the activities of the evening.

"Something we can agree upon, it's going to take me all night to get this out from under my nails." Dorian quipped, arching an eyebrow and offering a smile, hand out stretched. "Yes, I would like that but please, no more gardening for awhile, let's think of an equally productive activity that does not involve scooting about in soil, and it's not like you have a choice in the matter in the first place. I believe you owe me wine."

He smirked.