"I did no such thing," Danse growls, with the slight overprotestation of a werewolf wondering secretly and guiltily if he actually somehow might have. Not purposely, in any case. "If you cut yourself on my teeth when you assaulted me, that's on you. But I wasn't suggesting going back that far, considering that the entire point here is to keep you un-drowned."

He will not comment on the ludicrous comic-book notion of accidental mutual bloodshed being the key here, except...well, it makes exactly as much logical sense as transforming into a merman when he wades far enough into the water, so how can either of them afford to be selectively skeptical?

"I will remind you that I was resuscitating you, whatever you might try to call it. Maybe that's what did it. I had to breathe for you until you could manage on your own, so maybe it...somehow...lingered, for a few hours."

Yes. It sounds really, really dumb.