Let him fill in the blanks.
"You mean I could actually hurt it?"
"With a photon weapon from that range? Absolutely. These rifles were designed to kill supernatural entities. One clean shot when it's not expecting resistance could change everything."
...
Third lie. Photon weapons wouldn't scratch that monster.
The businessman's posture began shifting from cowering victim to potential hero. The psychological transformation was almost visible.
"But I don't know how to—"
That's when the nurses began their performance.
The young woman Arthur had spoken to stepped forward, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, sir. You're our only hope."
Cue the desperation.
Her colleagues joined the plea.
"My children are in this building. If you don't help us, they'll die."
"You're brave enough. I can see it in your eyes."
"Please, be our hero."
Female approval. The ultimate motivator for certain personality types.
