Six pulls, from pistols that should be the same, but given the way his hackles were starting to raise, he had to wonder. Could just be her demeanour, though.

"Alright, I'll play."

His hand kept being pulled toward the red pistols, and eventually he seemed to settle on one of them. He picked it up with his left hand and the way he examined the pistol and checked it was clearly habit rather than some attempt at a show. He was perhaps a little surprised by the weight: it felt like a real gun, loaded with real bullets, not some little toy gun with pellets. It felt good though. Real good.

Once he was satisfied, he looked back up at the young woman. His expression was still outwardly stoic but easygoing, but his eyes had a roguish glint to them. He'd fire at one of the balloons on the wall: a simple task. He didn't care if he hit or missed, he just wanted to get a feel for the pistol. Then he'd move on to the real target.

His intent to test fire at the wall was clear and he took aim, then pulled the trigger.

(OOC - up to you if it's a dummy gun, hits, or misses :p)