Well he couldn't exactly go without a trigger finger, now could he?

"Sweetheart, I look like I go around wearin' jewelry?" he drawled, though he fished the gem out of his pocket and eyed it curiously. Struck by a quick trip of inspiration, he stopped walking long enough hold the gem against his belt buckle. Much like hers had, it changed almost instantly into a decorative piece. "...Hm."