No, not fear. If anything, it was boredom. Come on, somebody, die already. But he didn't want to miss anything, just in case. However, he assumed he'd get some sort of cue, even if he wasn't looking, either by the sounds of the arena or the reaction of the audience.

"Oh," he said, returning the handshake limply, "Yeah, that's me. So what're you supposed to be mentoring me in?"

Oh, he was looking forward to this. If there was one thing he loved it was being told what to do and then not doing it. Of course, this type of training was valuable, but that didn't mean he had to go easy.