"I may be talkative, but of all the things I know of nearly everyone here, have you heard me call out anyone's secrets?" Issac scoffed as if insulted by the insinuation, but really he did understand that some people had that knee jerk reaction to what he did.
Humming to himself as he started mixing the herbs and blood together, the tune pulled at the magic around them. Electricity sparked in the air. Once the ritual was set as it could be, Issac reached across the table for Haydn's hand.
His humming continued in the deep tones of Issac's singing voice. While teaching himself how to put his magic into rituals as a way to do more with it, Issac had find that the brain-whether human or not- seemed trained to respond subconsciously to music. It allowed the mentalist to call upon his magic in a confined way- or so he thought.