It was like a reflex by this point -- mention a Hellhound and anger sparked to life inside of him, just like that. Most of the time he kept it under wraps, living and working where he did, but when it was just the two of them it was all too easy to let it burn him up.
"I get that. Really, I do." He'd been stoking this anger for years, and translating that into destructive fire had been a fucking good outlet, but Rebecca being around changed things in a way he couldn't explain.
"I hate all their fucking guts as much as you do. But I don't know -- what are we aiming for, here? Keep doing this shit until they kill us or we get thrown in jail?" Maybe that was something they should've figured out a long time ago.