Like hell he's going to do anything this man suggests. He follows him though, albeit with great trepidation and mistrust.

And you know what okay whatever, maybe he does try to reach out. To sense the tingling electric feeling. Senses muddled as they are right now, he gets absolutely fuck all. Figures.

"So what do you get out of this?" He asks, towards the end of their little walk, after an uncomfortably long stretch of silence. "Surely you're not fool enough to think this will endear me." And surely, Barnabas isn't looking to be endeared. There's something else he wants. Whatever drives him to call Clive Mythos.