Issac. It was noted how quickly the other man changed his wording, as well how his voice roughened slightly after that. The priest might not have been a gifted empath, but he could tell when he was looking at a raw wound. Don't touch it, got it.

"Odd... Can't bloody get 'em to stop interactin', the ones I know of. Wish they'd interact a little bit less, I don't need to get another bloody call about troopin' fairies bitin' the local children again." Easy, blunt, as if he didn't even notice the momentary break in the other man's composure.

The corpse in the water began to wriggle, and Cassian snapped his hand back, wadding his sleeve into the cut and quickly retreating from the side of the fountain. He didn't need to get any magic shape shifting water on him actually. For all he know it wouldn't even do anything unless drank but that could remain within the realm of speculation.

"Right, back up, back away, don't get any water on ye now." He even shooed Tannusen with his uninjured hand after returning the dagger to it's place on the belt, a solid ten feet away when the dead devil's wings began to flap wildly, beating at the water and splashing it a fair good ways as it did. The awful sound it made was wet and choking, gurgling on blood and water as it flung itself from the pool and writhed upon the ground.

"Aye... right, give it a second, still has some nerves firin' off in there messin' with the controls..."