Well at least now he was getting half of a reaction out of her. That was somewhat satisfying. He eyed the mark on her cheek, and maintained his look of dissatisfaction. In fact, he wouldn't be satisfied until she stopped moving. Having somebody who had everything he stood against crouching down next to him and still talking, still moving, still breathing. His entire body went tense.

"Selfish reasons, huh? And what would those be? What the hell could you possibly THINK was selfish? You get off on seeing me kill people? Is that it? You can't do it your goddamn self so you keep making the booboos better so I'll just go out and do it more? Because of that's what it is, just fucking say so."

One hand closed over the holster on his gun.