That's just because you're such a delicate flower, darling.

Look, the creature belongs to Dave, he should be able to handle it. But if it ever comes near you with its big, scary teeth again, you can just call for me and I'll be sure to keep you safe. Shrink it down a size or two, or turn it into something that can't harm you.

Cotton balls? Hm. Really teeny, tiny cotton balls?