It was a harder talk to have sober, and yet he was glad for it. Not even having opened the beer yet. He wanted to talk this out, work it out. It had to be done before he got to that point again and ended up hurting someone. There was going to be none of that, taking no chances.

"When I was younger, I used it for other things. Pranks and stuff like that. It's been hundreds of years Isaac since I've used it for anything but work. I don't have to hurt them to feed. I just have to use the mesmer hand. I don't know.."

He paused, frowning. "I don't even know if I have the siren's voice still," he admitted. "I didn't have it before, and maybe it's gone with Teleios. If I could feed with that, there's ways... and maybe ways with the hand, but it's still using you, and Darcy."