Lalo's pride immediately refuses to let him back down now. As far as he's concerned, this is a challenge.

"Risk! What risk? Nah, nah! You saw me before. I can handle it!" He waves his hand in the air and grins. But on the inside, he feels his stomach drop, and there's obvious hesitation as he turns to the door. He grabs for an oven mitt. Who knows? Maybe if there's a barrier between his hand and the pheasant, it might help somehow.

Lalo sucks in a deep breath, puts his hand on the doorknob, and twists.