He tilts his head at how sure she sounds that he would definitely die, turning the situation over in his head. He thinks he could make a stand for himself, especially if he was in her mouth where she couldn't look at him. That's how her power worked, right?

The thought is pushed from his head as she clarifies what she's doing, and he smiles softly, going to a pile of boxes she hasn't started on and giving it a slight shake to see if he can hear plates inside.

"You made plates? With the Wizard?"