Yeah that's a nice reaction, one McCree was looking for. Now that he's got it he's not entirely sure where it's going to go but he's certainly not afraid of it. It's a little foolish to pick a fight just for the sake of this, but he'll make an exception for the likes of Reaper. McCree is nothing if not confident in himself.

"That's already a guarantee now that your ugly mug's gettin' involved."

He takes a stance that says it all; back straight, his right arm held loosely at his side while his fingers splay wide near the holster of his gun. All he needs is a tumbleweed and the slightest threatening twitch in Reaper's body language to give him purpose to draw. Worst of all, he feels himself smirking, anticipating, even looking forward to it.

Cowboy dares.