[He took it and looked it over, his fingers tracing over the minor details. He didn't think it strange she took out the bullet. It was an old gun, and if he was right the bullets were probably special, too. No point in risking wasting one, and being killed with your own weapon was just sad.]

Only if I become your enemy, and I have no plans to.

[He finished inspecting the workmanship of the gun and held it out to her butt first.]