The soft hand was a welcome change of pace from the dirt and callouses that typically came with most people, though it told him that she hadn't done all that much with her hands, like hold a blade or fire a gun. He shook her hand and retracted his own arm as he put either on his belts' gear, the left resting in between a pair of revolvers with his thumb between the cloak and belt while the other was resting atop the bottom of the upside down sword hilts. "Whenever you'd like to."