Who would he have ticked off that much to not only wipe his memory but to make it dang near impossible to find them. He could guess the person figured he would not be looking for them because of his memory but perhaps they knew him better. His eyes wonder to her and nods. Not stress about things. “I’ll try to work on that.” He said giving another sigh. He didn’t know how she did it, remained so calm in the midst of all this. What if the person they were going after was dangerous? That thought hadn’t really crossed his mind until just recently. What if they were doing exactly what the person wanted them to?<br/><br/>Pushing that thought aside he actually gave her a smile. “I will take whatever help you give me gladly.” He said wishing a witch and wizards magic were more compatible with each other. Now he wondered if they didn’t avoid each other or if they just winged it when they got together to make spells or something. His attention went back to her; “so far I think it’s working out pretty good. I got something from that rose with your help. I don’t think a boot would be all that different.” He sincerely hoped that was the truth. For all he knew a simple tracking spell for her might be something long and completely convoluted for him.<br/><br/>Looking from the boot to her he nodded. “True.” He said not really wanting to be in any danger anyway. The one who would have had to provide it would have been her and that he did not want. Looking both ways on the street he moved toward it not sure if she was behind him or not. When he reached the boot he stared at it, nothing coming to mind. Wrapping an arm around his chest he rested his elbow on it, fingers laying against his chin as he tried to think. Pacing around it a few times he stopped and crouched closing his eyes and completely relaxing his body. A word popped into his head, then another and a whole bunch flooded in. Opening them again he muttered the spell hoping that was all he needed. If there were candles or something involved he was not going to be happy.