[ That addendum would be sufficient enough to make anyones' caution spike. Let alone that expression he recognizes well. In Gogol it's not so obvious due to the practised ease of controlling reactions. If anything, it's detected because for a split second he freezes in place.

Still bent at the waist he has to look up at Fyodor through eyes now narrowing into crescents. Thus Gogol straightens up with a spine that curves with a sense for elegance. The opportunity to lean far to close into Fyodor's space before doing so fully presents itself and he takes it. It's close enough to jostle a strand of dark hair with a breath of amusement even. That is exactly when a smirk returns to his face to replace the candid joy from before. Only after a pause rife with tension where the clown offers that hand for examination does he finally straighten fully.

That air of levity of gone and instead replaced by something heavy with a danger produced between the both of them. or it would... if the squeaky voice didn't persist. ]

Some injuries are not so easily healed. Fedya, shouldn't you know this just as well as I do? [ High pitched gasp. ] Ah?! You do! So does that mean that you're concerned about meee?