"Which works out, I'm better at that anyway," he replied. He glanced around for where he remembered the Vatican was, but it was like seeing something out of the corner of his eye-harder to pin down the more he tried to focus on it.
He knew what Issac's magic felt like, though, the mentalist was in his head an awful lot. So that was what he looked for, any sign of anything similar to that, anything that jarred a sense of familiarity in his brain. Even as a feeling of energy, Issac would be hard to miss.