He's bemused enough by her steadfast refusal to be flustered to entertain the notion, but this particular gun is far too large to do much with. So he hefts the thing one handed and lays the barrel across his shoulder. It's nowhere near holstering it, but he's not even wearing a holster large enough for this gun.

"Will this do?" he asks, standing straight again, something like a smirk touching the corners of his mouth.