Isidor's sweet smile calms him, and he nods in quiet compliance. If she's not afraid of the Archon then he won't be either. He takes the invitation she hands him with a gentle touch and marvels at its make for a moment before he really lets it sink in what he's holding. And then he beams! He opens his mouth to say something, but Isidor hands him another envelope and, since he's already on a roll, he chooses to open it immediately.

His eyebrows furrow as he reads the contents, but more out of concentration than disappointment. His lips move along with the words as he reads, which he does not do quickly. Sometimes he has to read sentences more than once to be sure he's understood properly.

He tisks when he reads something and points to the list. "What do you mean don't smell anyone? I don't smell anyone. And even if I did – which I don't! – it would be because smell is a very good way to remember someone." A few seconds of silence pass before he mumbles, "But I won't smell anyone."

Another little tisk, this one more disappointed than offended. "No phone? Not even to look stuff up?" Still, he nods. He accepts this, even though it's going to be difficult.

He then goes on to practice the open-palmed point at various things in the room and nods when he's sure he's got it. That's simple enough, even if remembering it may not come instinctually. He uses that same gesture to address the next point. "Rooms that're protected by magic? How will I know?"

And having asked that he folds up the list and looks at her seriously. "And what should I do when I meet your uncle and your mother?"