"I do..." The actuators lift him up carefully, because he's still not sure he can trust his own feet to carry him.
"...And you didn't stab me in the back." He seems to find that a welcome surprise. "I'll remember that." The thudding footsteps that come closer are the actuator claws, Octavius' own feet drifting an inch or so off the floor again. Slightly reluctant, he offers out a hand to shake. It's not an offer of friendship or trust, exactly, but he's willing to not mark Daredevil as a full-on enemy, either.
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"...And you didn't stab me in the back." He seems to find that a welcome surprise. "I'll remember that." The thudding footsteps that come closer are the actuator claws, Octavius' own feet drifting an inch or so off the floor again. Slightly reluctant, he offers out a hand to shake. It's not an offer of friendship or trust, exactly, but he's willing to not mark Daredevil as a full-on enemy, either.