"The name is Gwydyon, from the only isle that matters," and it wasn't cryptic, but rather force of habit.
Well, force of habit and probably cryptic, too.
She was an interesting one to watch. Her initial reaction was one of humor, but now she was settling down somewhat. Focusing on his words, answering questions she almost hadn't seemed to hear before. There was truth in that somewhere. A warning? No, if she'd really intended him harm without knowing who he was, she would have launched that assault from a distance. Taken him unawares and unprepared. She was here for the toad, but she wouldn't claim him in a fight unless there was no other choice. At least, that's what Gwydyon's years of experience and finely honed people skills were telling him.
They'd been wrong before, but he had a feeling about this beautiful creature.
More than one, actually.
"If his reaction is anything to judge by, falling into your hands is worse than anything I could devise," Gwydyon nodded thoughtfully - and with no small amount of satisfaction - as he dropped into a crouch next to the case, sitting on his heels.
The toad immediately resumed its activities, trying to shove the case off the edge by rebounding off the wall. It slid closer, but not before Gwydyon grasped the handle fluidly and lifted the case. Toad and god were at eye level now, and Gwydyon's sparkled with mirth as he addressed his captive.
"You're going to wish you'd never met me, I think, before the lady is done with you," Gwydyon's mouth couldn't stop itself any longer and broke into a smile. "But if you want to find me when she's done with you, I'm able. Don't forget the name. Gwydyon. Welshman of the first order. You can come to Caerdydd and find me whenever you feel... froggy?"
A rich chuckle, and then he stood up. While the toad battered the sides of the case in vain with frequent and frantic hops, Gwydyon offered Isis the case.