He isn't really inclined toward being fearful, even when things get weird as fuck. At least not when his own ass is the only one on the line, and/or there's a course of action (or several) available to him.

"So it's a Tuesday, then?" That's drawled.

That remark about pawns fits what he just walked out of, too. Beyond a headtilt and blatantly skeptical look though? No resistance or hesitation, he just takes the hand. Firmly.

No idea where they're going, but he doesn't know where they are now so. Pardon the pun, but what the hell.