"Okay," Fabrice says, heading in the direction of the study. He senses the tension in the other man's voice, and he gets the feeling he wants this done as soon as possible, which shouldn't be a problem, scrying is straight forward enough to manage, provided one doesn't allow oneself to get distracted. Which might be a problem tonight, Fabrice realizes, flushing as he tries not to stare at the other man following him.

He makes his way over to the desk, where the supplies are ready and waiting.

"There's nothing really too 'magical' about this," he says, picking up the stick and beginning to stir the water. "I basically just say a few words and look into the water."