[Caliborn stares at her hand for a fraction of a moment as it registers what she's going for.]
[Ah yes. The "handshake" ritual. It's a bad gesture for all its intimacy and the implied camaraderie. Maybe it's the way the flames crackle and smoke starts to fill the air around them. Maybe it's the knowledge that he gets to spend the rest of his life fucking over trolls and women and literally everything in paradox space. Maybe it's the fumes from carrying paint thinner across the dome. Whatever the cause, he feels that maybe he can make an exception for it. Just this once.]
It will be. Sooooooooooo. Teeeeeeerrible.
[He grabs her hand for the shake. And squeezes as hard as he can.]