Asking Guns why he does what he does is akin to asking a wolf why it eats lambs. If Fetish is curious, she is best off asking someone who can give her a coherent answer, one that isn't, 'Because I love to hear them scream.'
She might be able to realize what it is, if she can taste it under the black coffee. It's a subtle flavor that Guns enjoys, but will share. He looks at the hand on his like it's a very large bug, one that may or may not bite him. When it's not accompanied with a threat, he relaxes, and smiles. "That's good. I've heard such sermons far more than I care for."
Taking a few gulps of coffee, he leans all the way back and punctuates, "Well, this is me." He's handsome and blue-eyed, and normal at a glance, and a pit of monsters beneath his skin.