[That is not a loud and clear answer! McCree groans and rolls his eyes, in fact, it's that aggravating. That is the exact opposite of a loud and clear answer which leaves McCree to draw his own conclusions. He's not the sort of guy to second guess himself and his gut is telling him he's looking at a dead man.
Just not in the way he would most other dead men he knew.
He could shoot him in the foot or thigh or something for that stupid answer. It'd probably feel cathartic if nothing else but there'd be no point in it beyond that. His lip curls and he spits out all the frustration that was welling up inside his mouth and the way all that said spit hits the ground with a loud justifiable splat that seems to almost be cathartic enough.]
Say it. [He growls and waggles the gun again. It's the only demand he'll make of this encounter, something he hopes results in a better answer.] Your name. Your real one.
no subject
Just not in the way he would most other dead men he knew.
He could shoot him in the foot or thigh or something for that stupid answer. It'd probably feel cathartic if nothing else but there'd be no point in it beyond that. His lip curls and he spits out all the frustration that was welling up inside his mouth and the way all that said spit hits the ground with a loud justifiable splat that seems to almost be cathartic enough.]
Say it. [He growls and waggles the gun again. It's the only demand he'll make of this encounter, something he hopes results in a better answer.] Your name. Your real one.