Right after he knocked the beak off of whatever bird thought his door would be a good one to pick tonight for a rumble. Jacques snorted in irritation, lighting his horn to find his rapier and drawing it from the belt loop. He hovered the hat over his glowing horn and levelled the rapier at the door before levitating it just behind his head and low enough to his body that a taller opponent wouldn’t immediately spot the length of steel ready to perforate some would-be burglar trying the tired, and rookie, tactic of drawing a guy to the door and then trying to bull rush him.