"I cannot help but notice you have not actually answered my question." He eyes the gun dubiously. "How do I know that I am not hallucinating, and that killing a 'monster' will not turn out to be one of my friends? You know damn well that is a likely possibility if you have been watching us so closely." He frowns. "For that matter, why should I believe monsters are even out there? Such things are not scientifically feasible."

He has to admit, though, that the idea of at least HOLDING something like that would make him feel a little more... secure, he supposes. Barely.