A wide lopsided smile reached ear to ear as Issac answered the door and ushered the bird boy in, grabbing the things from his hands. For as seldom as Issac did any kind of ritual work outside of helping the coven move the Cirque, he made quick work of getting the items set up before he sat down on the floor in front of the low laying table being used.
"Okay. So. After I mix the items to start the fumes for the ritual, I will also need to hold your hand. I'll need access to your deep downs to find the link, figure out what kind of magic it is and all the other questions you had." He informed Haydn, knowing that physical contact would give him more access to Haydn's memories and basically scream out what exact sort of creature he was. All magic had a price to pay and sometimes all that price really was for one person was allowing their secrets to be read.