Even outside of court, a blade grows dull if it goes without sharpening. So, too, must you keep your wits about you.

[He whistles, and Taka swoops down from above to attack!! ... Actually, no, he just perches in his usual place on Blackquill's shoulder, and Blackquill pets him with his free hand.]

Taka's carnivorous preferences aside, he truly means no harm.