The casual manner he goes back to flipping through his book is enough to make McCree bite into the thick of his cigar with the back of his molar. He's not sure why he was letting this get under his skin, other than the guy had dealings with Talon and that didn't deserve an iota of his patience.

"You can't hide under that thing forever. Like it or not--and Lord knows I don't like it one bit--we're on the same team now." McCree says this but in the same breath would obstinately refuse missions with Reaper if given the choice. It'd be his first. They're only on a technical truce, and he knows Reaper knows that.

"You afraid of what I might see underneath?"