Shane's remarks didn't fell good on Zeke's ears who imidieatly engaged in a rant, visibly upset about how the others, or at least some of them, treated his plan. Once he finished speaking his opinion of the whole thing and suggesting a course of action, Zeke pulled out a revolver slammed it on the table and looked directly at Shane, making his intentions clear and determined to follow his path. 

Not impressed, Shane grabbed the cigarette from the table, lit it up and put the zippo lighter back in the pocket as he took a smoke and released it through his nostrils. [color=gray]"You're not gonna impress anyone by slamming that revolver on the table. Certanly not me. If you wanna jump in the devil's mouth be my guest."[/color] Said Shane as he took another smoke. 

[color=gray]“There are other more effective ways to terminate your enemies. I'm not gonna follow you to my death just because you wanna prove a point. We are assassins not GI Joe's.”[/color] He continued as he drank the remainder of his latte.