"That's a lot of pressure, ragazza. I already have a life depending on mine." He opened his eyes, but didn't react to the knife yet. "It's a wonder that you'd stoop to my level. Why would you do that?" Bending backwards quickly away from the knife, he kicked her hand to knock it out. Popping back to his normal size, he reached up to catch it and stood there looking toward where he thought she was. "I think you'll be a good teacher. If I survive, that is."