The question rendered him confused for two reasons. First, he'd been so preoccupied with stretching his back after laying Issac out that he almost hadn't heard it over the sound of his grunting. And then, once it had registered that Issac had spoken, Ric wasn't sure that he'd heard him correctly. If his deeply furrowed brow as any indication, he still wasn't.
"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking me." Ric chose his words carefully. The short answer was, yes. For as long as they'd known each other, he harbored a lasting sort of brotherly affection toward Issac. The problem with magic -- at least in his opinion -- was how tricky it was by its very nature. One syllable off in an incantation and the spell could go tits up, or worse! A witch might find themselves bound to promises they never meant to make in the first place. Ric wouldn't respond in committal fashion until he'd thoroughly read the terms and services agreement, as it were. "Let's save lobotomies as a last resort, shall we? You've been dealing with this for quite some time. There must be a tried and true means of pain management until the episode subsides."