Welp. What little calm he'd managed to find is whipped away quite efficiently by the android speaking up again, and he nearly does the stubborn, childish thing and turn his back to on Connor. The sound of his skin sliding back snaps Hank's stare around to that offered hand.

"And what if I don't?" he says cautiously, that hostility still laced into every syllable. "You gonna fuckin' hold me down and make me?"