Yes, those perky little questions are getting Tannusen a weird look back, but it's not really judgemental. Surprised though...

"Doesn't trouble ye none, does it?" By the sound of it, the idea was a confusing one to Cassian. He rounded the corner, and there sat the fountain, and upon closer inspection, yes. There was indeed a dead Jersey Devil marinating in it, divested of it's claws and teeth. He removed the dagger from the strap that held it, laying the blade across his open palm. Briefly, as he moved, the back of the hand that lay beneath the blade could be clearly seen as he pulled the baggy sleeve up a little. A still bright brand was visible in that moment, the skin of the scar smooth and shiny.

"Most fae I've met tend to get their knickers in a real twist about that." With barely more than a grunt, he gripped the blade in that hand and then yanked it back with the other, slashing a shallow gash across his palm. As the blood dripped lazily into the water and atop the corpse, he continued.

"Mind ye stay well away from the splash zone, I don't know how energetic this thing might get."