No, it wasn't unpleasant. Not even a little. In fact, he liked the feel of it a lot. Maybe a little too much. But he wasn't going to do more than touch her hand, unless she made it clear that was what she wanted.
"Are you sure?" His eyes slipped down to her wrist. "Oh, it's not a shackle. It's a communication device. It lets us access the network so that we can talk to everyone else here. Want me to show you how it works?"