[the moment he catches sight of her dagger, isaac's eyes flash a dangerous yellow, but he reels it back in as quickly as it came, letting out a great sigh of relief at her forgiveness. the last thing he needs right now is a fight.]

Sorry, again. Really.

[a beat,]

Oh.

[his eyes dart down to his drink, then back to her. nodding curtly, he looks around for something like a trash can -- as if -- before giving up. there's no way they have trash cans just lying about. he'd just have to hold on to this until he could toss it outside.]

Yeah. I wasn't gonna drink it anyway, and-- wait, you said they're not fairies? What the hell are they?