Uh. Okay. Wrong word, maybe. Still not scared, but the hair on the back of his neck sure did stand on end. Instinctual response, that's all.

"Cool," he says, oh so gracefully. "Glad we got that out of the way, Charrbroiled."

He'll just return to his beer and indulge a long, long sip. Definitely not scared, nope. Also very much not wishing to be that hunk of meat.