Bullseye grinned fiendishly, ignoring her for another moment as he strode up to the body. He inched out one foot and kicked the man in the side. Yep. He was dead. The assassin turned around, facing Raven once more. Obviously, she was pissed. Not like he cared, but he had to admit, despite her oh-so-heroic attitude, she didn't do a goddamn thing. The grin didn't vanish.

"I got a reason," he scoffed. "It entertains me. I got a right to have a little fun too, ya know? 'scuse me for not likin' tiddlywinks and old maid."

The armed hand rested on his side. His finger still hovered over the trigger. Though, he hadn't taken the safety off yet. Still, he didn't reholster it. "What's the point in having a reason behind everything? Fuck that."