He doesn't shake her hand by force - no, he is content to gently squeeze when she makes contact, a grip that wouldn't bring harm to a baby bird. Her words make his smile falter a moment, dark thoughts flitting briefly through his mind.

Only for a moment, though. Clearing his throat, he replaces the smile with something a little dimmer, just a little sadder.

"No weapons up these sleeves. Only my arms, and by extension...my regrets, I suppose."