Despite his encroaching responsibilities Dorian professes to want nothing to do with leadership, so he's quite content to amble along behind; if they knew each other better he would undoubtedly have an ultimately meaningless comment about enjoying the view.

"I do wish I had more investigative means than merely staring at them." He huffs, putting a hand on one hip before hunkering down out of face pollinating range before slowly extending a forefinger. The little plant reacts to the stimuli in the sense that it knows it's happening, but otherwise doesn't yet scuttle away or ruin Dorian's life.