Most of the coven did not exactly follow cleansing or healing paths. Issac could be sure that the Cirque did not care much for those types that might want to cleanse away other employees or think that the 'light' was the end all be all path. Frickin' jedi... he mind sent out at random.
Green eyes shifted away at her mention of sleeping at his place. That would have meant that he had been sleeping at all. Bouts came and went, short naps much like he had before Rome, but nothing had been restful. "It would be our kind of cleansing though..." A sudden panic built low in him and a small spark of electricity crept over his skin under her lips. "No... all light, peace, love and ripping, right?"
He licked his lips and painted on his smirk once more. "Not that we slept much here either." Issac randomly said at the end, as if trying to go back on the statement he made.