Eric winced when he watched Deadpool stab his own hand and scream, his revulsion quite apparent at someone willing to cause great injury to themselves just to prove a point. Once Deadpool's hand began to close up and regenerate, he seemed more stunned for a bit until he snapped back to his normal focus upon hitting the wall.

"I'm convinced you really are the motormouth merc. And now, I see what you're saying. You wanted my target to lead you to your ultimate target. Unfortunately for you, whoever commissioned this deal through the Hellhouse wanted him dead sooner than you could find him. It's not really in my place to question why someone wants a hit. Least of all, because it may or may not involve some wild card like you. Though, your involvement has piqued my own curiosity in this ordeal as well. I'm wondering if I ended up doing someone's dirty work because they fear you or if it's just by coincidence I happened to off someone useful to you and they had another reason. Although, they did offer quite a bounty to take care of him..."