Koby presses his lips together hard, because that is...a very bad plan. There are so many reasons that plan won't work. He momentarily considers listing them all, but...well. She seems determined. Determination goes a long way.

"What if it doesn't have eyes or a throat? Or it hurts you before you can scratch it?" Very patient, even as he's looking around for something to use as a weapon. There's...not a lot. A lamp, some heavy books on the coffee table, a vase. The vase is somewhat heavy, at least, so Koby grabs that, hefting it in both hands.

"I'm not really much of a fighter, but...I'm not going to let you get killed."