Well. He wasn't pleased, that much was certain, and he was rather glad that the hand that had reached for his cards was still buried in his pocket, so no one could see the way it was almost refusing to let go of them just yet. But he wasn't actually harmed any. Irritated with the place for even bothering to call things up, yes. But not (physically) harmed.

"I'd rather we left the madmen behind," he answered. "But I doubt the fates are done with us just yet."