He was playing with fire and he knew he should not tempt fate if he wanted to live to see the next night. In all honesty, Benny had no disregard for his own life, only wanting to live in the 'now'. He care little for what the future gave him as well as what it could mean for him in the long run. He lived and existed according to his own rules and his own judge. There was nobody alive who could judge Benny and expect him to follow suit with whatever they handed down to him. He dropped his mask for a moment to expose his true self. The cold, emotionless, man behind the curtain felt nothing at all. He faked it all to get a rise out of her. He faked it all to make her scared. In some ways, it was working, but he didn't think he could get rid of her as easily as the last 'heroes'. He suppressed a sigh as his eyes raked themselves over her body, searching her head to foot mentally in his mind. She was playing a dangerous game confronting him like this. Guns drawn and everything. There were few who actually knew Benny, or rather, knew of him. For Benny does not have friends, he simply has people around him who tolerate Benny.

He did not react towards her words about leaches, finding the whole thing to be inconsequential towards their interaction. He also had worse said about him in his life; the mere thought of a child thinking him to be a simple creature who just simply feeds on blood was not something that made him react in any way. Moving his hands down now, he kept facing her, keeping close to try to scare her. She mentioned Twilight, which made the vampire inwardly want to shoot her on sight simply for saying that book's name. It did not deserve to be printed. His mind automatically thought on the subject of books. Benny, to pass his time sometimes, would read in the dorms when the sun was still ways above them and did not go down for a while yet. He could not bring himself to finish Twilight after he had picked it up out of curiosity. "While I will admit that I do have a large group of women who would do practically anything to get into bed with me, I must say that I am better looking and act better than the male lead in that god-forsaken book it dares call itself a work of art." In the display of all of the lack of emotion he has, which is all it, he chastised the book as if were not being held up at gun-point by a woman who seemed to think herself as Wonder Woman or something to the effect being of. "I do not prefer my meal to be of the teenage variety, they are too willing. I prefer my women and men to fight a bit in the experience. The more they squirm they more it is satisfying." At least he was honest, right?

He had to think about losing this woman so he could go back to the dorms. No doubt Sterling was waiting for him in his room like usual. He could not get rid of that boy no matter how many times he told him to get lost. Despite how he constantly pushed Sterling away, Benny did like having someone to help warm his bed at night. As much as he wished for other things to happen while in bed, he didn't mind the extra weight and warmth. His mind snapped back easily to the woman in front of him, keeping her within his sights. He could take the guns from her. He could push her against the wall hard. he could do alot of things, but he held back for the sake that he simply was bored and didn't want to deal with this right now. Despite her confident air, he viewed her as a little girl playing superheroes. He ignored the comment about shooting his eyes. He could dodge if she wasn't that good of shot regardless. He was so close to her now. He could smell her scent. He kept it within his head as one he had to look out for in the future. If he could avoid her, he would try to at all costs. It would seem he was correct in his observation about not killing him. If the human stayed alive long enough for him to leave, then he could walk away without harm to his person. The last thing Benny wanted right now was to deal with a broken arm or cuts on his body. He responded to her in a clear and precise cold tone. No emotions showed simply because there were no emotions present within the man.

"You are the one with the guns pointed at my chest. I didn't kill him and yet here you are getting ready to put two bullets in me." He said it matter-of-factually, keeping his tone even as the monotone type British Accent came out of his lips. "I am simply the one getting the worse end of the deal here." Benny tried to play the 'i'm being made into a victim' card, but he knew that it would most likely not work. Sometimes it did, sometimes it didn't. Depended on how much of an idiot the 'hero' was. Just as he was about to take a rush at her with his strength, she had stepped to the side. At first Benny thought it a trap, but then he figured if it was, he would just have to fight himself out of it. Silently he wished he did kill the human just to get a rise out of the woman who came to stop him. He faked more emotion as he went on, keeping his mask back on tighter now. He just had to keep fooling her for a while longer then he could go back to the dorms to sleep again. He stepped back, but once he did that her guns found his head again as she issued his warning. He smiled darkly at her, amused slightly at her own set of morals. If she had been Benny, she would have shot him on sight by now and sent the Cleaner to do their job of taking care of the bodies and blood and evidence. "Who said I would allow you to find me? Besides, I do have to make a living. Surely you understand the economy is hard these days, right?" Benny was so full of himself sometimes. He had enough to buy several houses and still have enough left over to buy his own private island. Mercenary work did pay well.

He leaned back down to her and smirked still, keeping his tone even. "My blood is as cold as they come. To take me down, you would have to kill that part of your morals that holds you back." He chuckled, a faked one, but it sounded convincing. "Little Miss Superhero must have many many bad guys to catch every night. I am just a little part of that." He was mocking her now. His expression fell again to it's normal emotionless one that many saw on a regular basis outside of school. "Stay out of my way and let me make my living." Walking slightly quicker, Benny skipped on ahead in a blur as his speed kicked in. He glanced back at her with one dark grin. "Little girls shouldn't be playing superheroes. They might get hurt." He couldn't help it, he wanted to see how she would respond to open mocking now. He wanted to get a rise out of her before he went off on his way to his next job before bed. "Good Evening, Miss Superhero." With that, Benny started to walk away, pulling on his leather gloves more as he walked.