"Very practical." If a bit dull, admittedly. "I'm sure the community will appreciate your talents." Granted godly powers himself, Dorian would be more likely to use them to please himself and travel wherever he wanted, satisfying whatever curiosities and whims came to mind.

He bites off a bit of the tip of the popsicle, impressed that the flavor never seems to weaken even after tasting it for a while. The benefits of magic, probably.

"If Midgard is your people's word for Earth, I am. I'm from England, to be exact. Ever been?" Probably not, he's guessing, but he is curious.