He pretended to not see her, before glad that she was on the opposite side of his revolver, and glared as if confused by what had happened. He frowned at the 'empty' air, one hand rubbing his head, and muttering curses under his breath as he put one hand on his hip. He hasted himself, and then whirled and discharged the first three shots into the succubus, one cold iron, one silver, and one adamantine slug with the gun still in its holster, using his favorite party trick.