[The whole thing is so damn funny he can't find himself to be threatened in the least. Like, he's an incredibly powerful wizard and she's a bird with a knife. Who gives a fuck. At best she gets him in his side and he lights her on fire or something. It's fine.

(He will not do that. But he would take the knife at that point to avoid future stabbings.]

Oh I'm sure you did pumpkin, I'm sure you did.

[He does find some paper though, which he turns around to hand over next.]

There you go, fantasy birdo. Now you can use your voice. Kinda. You lookin' for anybody around here?