Good. Jim didn't pull away. Anakin did use handshakes as a test to see if the other person was, on some level, trustworthy. Not the only measure of someone's character. But he did not trust people who balked at a prosthetic.

"I'm a hick from back-sand-Arizona," he shrugged. "As long as you're not an asshole, lack of manners isn't going to offend me."

Anakin looked at the fool that was there today. He didn't exactly hate the facilitators the Bureau sent out to these things. They went through the motions alright. He'd know, he was in gobs of other kinds of therapy so he had something to compare them to. But these Bureau people didn't try to build trust, and how could they, the Bureau itself didn't try to build trust. And unfortunately, for a supposed therapy session, that was a fatal flaw.

"What do you mean?" he said lowly. "Always vaguely creepy and unsettling?" he asked and then shrugged and nodded.