Abel isn't letting up as easily as that. He stands at the edge of the pool, lifting a booted foot with every intention of smashing it down into the annoyance's face. He's running through the course of things in his head-- he'd hold the fucker's head under when he was dazed, and wait til he was on the fringes of blacking out before easing up to question him.

Either he'd say something useful, or it would go on til he lost consciousness, and he could enjoy a wet and lonely grave.

"Get away from him. Now." The order is for his brother, though he's not been particularly good at following directives the other way around despite Cain being his literal superior.