It isn't magic, it's metal. She doesn't wear magic armor, and her sword is mundane as well, so she laughs lightly and traces a finger along it's belly. In a lot of ways, the little troublemaker reminds her of her partner, though it's a lot cuter. Mostly.

"You just want some of it's hair?" she asks, tickling it and eliciting a gurgling response. "Because if that's the case, there's no need to kill it."