Francis frowned at the hand shake. "You need to work on that. People can't respect a hand that's like a piece of wet paper."

He watched him hide his hands and rose a brow. "You don't know where you're going? Ohhh, or is this like a joy ride!" He smiled and since the man had no hands free to stop him. He patted him cheerfully on the shoulder. "Where I come from, you don't hide your hands like that. You're hands too busy to stop me if I wanted to do something."