"You don't believe me?" He provocatively looks at you before him, then draws out a revolver, empties its cylinder, and leaves a single shot in the chamber.

"Seems like I'll need to get you up to speed on how I do things if our cooperation were to remain amicable." He pushes the gun into your hand, spins the cylinder, and points the barrel to his own chest.

He looks back up at you teasingly. “Go on, pull it. I do truly believe we would make a great team and of you don't trust me…maybe this will change your mind.”