"Uh, that...is a... kind offer. But I just meet you," he pointed out. "I only know your first name. You have a laser sword that I've been told is the kind of weapon that is used to cut off my arm in our dream universe." He raised his right hand. "And... I don't know where you live or have the means of getting away if you actually turn out to be a psychopath. Stranger danger isn't just for small children."
Of course, he was feeling oddly reassured about the offer. But he wasn't ready to trust odd feelings yet.