He knows Mary Margaret. The two have only briefly spoken, of course, but in that amount of time, Ishiah already knew that she was the type so wholly sweet that he couldn't do anything short of looking after her welfare. Brows furrowing severely at the thought of her being involved in a matter as confusing as this, Ishiah hopes that the pull that this man feels isn't the result of some early imprinting on a man without memories. He hopes that he's drawn to her for reasons more than the physical alone, that perhaps the smile and ring are only noticeable for having been in all of the memories that they shared earlier in life.

"And what does she know about you?" he asks, trying to see if such is the case. "She does recognize you, yes?"