Zach was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't jumping ship. Then again as she said her self, her own anger issue might have put her in the same line of work if the fates had different plans. The image of her beating the living daylights out of an assassin was an amusing thought. It's a good thing he'd already made his peace with the violence and bloodlust that came with this line of work, or else he might have had some concerns with being alright with that vision. Her grin lifted a good deal of weight off of his shoulders, he'd worried she'd have just up and left then and there. "I'm glad you feel that way, and trust me as long as I'm not working you'll have me all to yourself, even if the girls in the squad get a bit jealous." He chuckled a little to himself.
He laid back, pulling off his head and resting it on his chest. "It's chaotic, stressful, and dangerous. But it pays very well, and it scratches an itch I can't explain. I don't know if it's just a me thing, or a Dullahan thing, or the Unknown thing, but combat is a good fit for me. It's hard to explain without sounding like a madman." Dullahan were considered harbingers of death, grim reapers, and some even compared them to Valkyries. When it came down to pulling the trigger, he paused no longer than the time he needed to identify the body in his crosshairs was the enemy before moving onto the next one. The occasion's where he gets to know that a firefight is coming are some of his favorites after all, because he gets to be offensive, even if they're supposed to be on the defense.