He pulls his hand out, lifting his brows. "Really? In my blood?" He pulls his hand out and shakes his head. Makes no sense with his particular handlings with the dead, that's spiritual rather than physical, but he's mortal no matter how he cuts it. Mortality carries the touch of death, he guesses? Or else the carp! Wants a spiritual cleanse! "I apologise."

He also stands up with a sigh. "If you'd like, I can play music for purification for you; I'm well versed in the need."

According to some people.

Incessantly.