Connie
*"Mmmmhm"* He mutters in agreement as the leech explodes into chunks of gore and blood, taking the notebook and writing down his findings on the matter, along with placing the lid back on the gross jar. "Tell me, shifter," He continues, holding the book open, standing a little more casually. "It is apparent to me that you're battling with.. An *Issue*. Internally." He flicks through his notebook while talking, searching for a specific page for something he'd written prior. "So, tell me your name." He demands after finding the page he'd been looking for, taking a more stern stance. "But I don't mean.. Your name. I wan't *Your* Name" Referencing his suspicion of a possible split personality, he jots something extra down onto the page. It's not often he gets to examine a supernatural creature such as this one, but he's also familiar with the psyche of mortal beings, particularly those who are in a mind of mental turmoil. A lifetime of observation and study leads one to pick up on such things, after all.
Joseph
Her hair began to grow back slowly once the leech had been murdered by her blood. In a couple hours, it would look like her fur hadn't been touched. As he mentioned an issue she may be dealing with, her interests were suddenly raised and when he questioned her name, emphasising that he wanted hers specifically, the large wolf began to mentally chuckle. She should have known he was a smart man by the experiments he had been doing on her, but was genuinely surprised he noticed she had taken over without her having to spell it out for him. *My name is Toula.* 
She watch as he jotted down notes, wondering what he had in mind. *I'm the one who told you to stop torturing us.* She continued, hoping he was satisfied with her answer. Not because she wanted to help him, but because Toula didn't want him to continue with his torture methods. *I don't even know why she isn't trying to help, you've mentioned yourself that you would free us when you're finished. She's a stubborn bitch. I only managed to take over when you drained all the energy she had with your little experiments.*
Connie
"As I thought." He answers, a quiet sigh of relief escapes him as his curiosity came to be true, finishing writing in his notebook as he speaks before flipping forward to another page. "So, Toula huh?" He writes her name down in the book before continuing- "But I'm curious. What is *Her* Name?" Giving a stern glare at the shifter laying on the table in front of him, he takes a more curious stance. "Seems to me her mind is relatively.. One track. Would you say that's accurate, Toula? She is most certainly stubborn, ineffective at rational thought, possibly?" The alchemist presses the shifter with questions about her duality, writing down any further answers she gives him. 

"You know, Toula." He puts the book down on the table and raises his goggles, still keeping the mask on. "I think I can help you with your.. Problem." Danico takes an empty glass jar from under the table and set it on top, as well as a few small instruments for mixing and crushing. "I've a potion I've been meaning to test. You might be just the subject to test it on. Unfortunately, it requires a willing participant.."
Joseph
As he questioned about Cecilia, the large wolf couldn't help but to roll her eyes. In Toula's mind, she saw Cecilia as emotionally weak. Sure she had the mentality to withstand some forms of torture but she had never been in control of her emotions. This was how Toula managed to take over on multiple occasions. *Her name is Cecilia and your assumptions are correct. She also can't keep her emotions straight, you could say she was bipolar.* She answered while trying to lean her head as far as the restraints allowed her, so she would be able to get an idea of what he was writing down. 
When he spoke about a problem she may have, Toula tilted her head out of interest. She could only assume he meant Cecilia as the problem. *If you're saying you have an idea on how to make me in full control of this body then I'm more than happy to be a willing participant.*
Connie
"You're a perceptive one." He replies almosy gleefully, taking the instruments into his hands as he prepares to wander off. "Just know that it won't be as simple as having you take over. You'll need to come back once every three weeks for the effect to continue, and should you be knocked unconscious the effect will wear off before you wake. You can voluntarily sleep, but you must choose to. Understand? I'll go over the other side effects momentarily." As he finished his sentence, he takes the instruments he had grabbed and walks over to the room with the circle and disappears around the corner, working on the potion he had created. 

The alchemist walks over to the circle, in sight of the shifter, and places what looks like a human brain in the middle of it. After chanting some words and throwing some powders onto the circle, bright purple flames burst out from the lines carved into the circular stonework. The flames follow the lines perfectly, except for a small area around the brain in the middle, almost as if there's a wind expelling from the brain that's keeping the fire away. After a few seconds, the flames get increasingly bright until the apex, at which the flames combust up into the stonework ceiling, leaving the brain in a blackish-purple pile of ashes. Using one of the jars, he takes the ashes and scoops it up before returning to the table out of sight.

After minutes later, he finally comes back with a potion- the potion, freshly boiling, is a dark-purple, tar looking broth that's still steaming. It reaks of decayed flesh and necrosis- a pungent smell sure to make most vomit. Luckily, Danico had his mask. 

"Drink all of this and it should work." He says as he poors the contents of the jar into a glass that's easier to drink from. "Now, as for the side effects. If my studies are correct, you will feel a sense of hazyness in your mind, it will feel as if all of your thoughts are being thought for you and you may even feel compelled to do what your mind tells you. Don't worry, this is natural and should pass after a day or so, maybe less. Simply a result of your minds sudden clarity. Additionally, you may feel the need to vomit. If this happens, you'll need to fight it and keep it down. Though, for a shifter that shouldn't be an issue. Any questions?" He states as he pushes the glass towards the shifter with the keys in his hand, pulled from his satchel, ready to unlock one of her shackles.