The look Adrasteia gives Tony is entirely 'what in the everloving fuck do you think you're doing sirrah' and not an ounce of anything else, much less any sense of being impressed by the fact that the moon, the floor, and nothing else in the room moves as a result. She's not sure that he was wrong, exactly, but she has to set a standard before one of them bleeds out on the floor trying to figure this out.

She waves a hand. The slit on Tony's knuckle heals up and she takes a deep breath.

"If you don't mind... I would appreciate it if you would stop bleeding on things of unknown origins in this place. As both the spirit healer and the Warden in the room, I suggest that I be the one doing the bleeding, and that the both of you stand back."

Even at the fiercest whisper she can manage, she does sound a little put out.