If he's stupid enough to be naked around her while she's a fairy, yeah, probably it will be. I mean, there's not all that much she can do with his junk right now, so it's up to him whether or not it's a worthwhile risk.

Molotov stomps a bit in the air, frustrated, then soars over to one of the knick-knacky vases on a side table. She immediately throws all her weight against the vase, pushing and pushing until it tumbles down and breaks on the floor, leaving her panting and exhausted, lying face down on the table surface.