"Uuuuh, me, personally... no switches were installed... not sure why..." Issac shrugged playfully after he had pulled her onto the stage. The physical contact between their hands gave him more insight into her past and her mind, but the mental warlock never went around telling people about that. He merely had an incurable curiosity for the minds of others- even when they hurt him beyond necessary.
Issac chuckled at Emika's admittance to the cat. "Here at the Cirque, it might very well be the cat. We have some very interesting ones that roam. So no one would question Cleocatra's ability for mischief."
Leading Emika to the alley behind the tent and stage, he casually started climbing on boxes and walking over them. What fun was walking if you did it in a straight line? "So so many patrons don't believe in magic, even if it is in front of their face. We are the best of best in special effects in their minds- when they have the mind to think it."