[No fear, no hesitation-- part of it is Chuuya being his usual stubborn self, the kind of man who walks into a gunfight with the full confidence he'll walk back out, but the larger part was certainly a matter of knowledge, as Fyodor has probably guessed by now.

And if permitting Fyodor to touch sets them on a level playing field? That's perfectly fine. Chuuya could even admit he enjoyed it, always a tactile person by nature, in every manner.]

Multiple reasons: You don't want to kill me. You told me as much once before, and while I'm sure it's possible that might change at some point, I don't think that's your intention, at least not right now. I'm useful, you said it yourself.

[it's said with ease as he allows Fyodor to urge him closer, his expression calm self-assurance.] Second of all, it wouldn't really do you any good here. It'd be pointless at best and petty at worst, and it'd just make your life harder here. That's counter-productive, and you're smarter than that. An alliance is our best chance of figuring out how to get home, and that's a goal we can all agree on.