It's odd, because for being a corn doll come to life from being loved sufficiently without losing any of his brittleness, Hawk seems... relatively fearless about it.

Guns, he has a healthy terror of. Knives, sure. But someone threatening to kick the shit out of him is just another Tuesday, and at least this time he'd have it coming. So he's watching, for the moment. If it's just threats, he can laugh at it. If it's an actual attempt on his life, he can use the several inches of high he has on her to get the hell out of dodge.