He doesn't let go of the cane, though he doesn't pull to help Solus up--just lets his body act as a counterweight before letting it go once the significantly taller man is upright.

Dirk is not, by nature, a relaxed person. He carries his tension in his jaw and shoulders, often telling on himself in the process. The lack of it is also telling, inevitably more deliberate than the visibility of tension itself.

He's not relaxed right now. He is fully prepared for Solus to use this moment to take him off balance and get the better of him in some capacity. What he gets instead is a lot more interesting. Entertaining for sure, and way less embarrassing than being obligated to knock a cripple onto his ass a second time.

One heavy brow quirks up, not quite interrogatively.

"I'm holding you to that."

There's no trace of smile, no additional emotive quality of any kind, before he turns to glance at John.