"I'm in a lot of people's heads. It's one of the drawbacks of being me." Issac might have wallowed in the chaos of his magic and life, sought out the dark and delirious, but he did not wish the headache of having a hundred voices speaking in one's head at once on anyone. He knew she wanted more of her abilities. Issac just could not understand why she thought his powers were something to look up to.
Issac kissed her deeper, brushing his tongue over her lips asking for entrance. His hands moved to the gentle curve of her hips, running his fingers over the pale skin there. They, at least, did not have the pesky problem of clothes.