Ordinarily when dealing with twitchy humans, offering empty hands was a good idea, they'd just assume he's unarmed and thus safe, but that's not going to work on someone who knows what he is. In light of that certainty, he returns to picking at his muffin with excruciating slowness. It's going to take a while to actually eat the whole thing, unless a worm happened by and stole it.

"And you're supposed to be a cyborg, but nary a gear or wire to be seen." One pale eyebrow rises above the edge of his sunglasses. "Why don't you get yourself a drink, it might settle your nerves a bit."

It's not the fear, really, that gets to him. That's a perfectly sensible reaction for anyone not used to contending with him. But his own servants shouldn't be among that number, so someone has been naughty! Or some other double of himself is a lot more temperamental, and given the Punisher's antics in the past he really isn't sure which he should go with.