Abel doesn't grip his hand, doesn't move to shake it, in fact he pulls it back.

"I didn't ask to be here, and I'm glad to leave as soon as I'm able. You have my word that I won't fuck with your guns any more, if nothing happens to the Barge, but I'm not making any deals with you."

In fact he's rather done with him and his disturbing smile.

"We done here?"