Martin accepted her hand with a smile.
"As much fun as that sounds, my intentions are true to my word."
He either gallantly or jokingly kissed her hand.
"Which you have, my lady. Now let's go trade a golden apple for a key."
He led her to his car. With a flick of his phone the trunk popped open, revealing a large package wrapped in mail paper and a bag of clothes.
"It's a good thing the slayer didn't jack my car, this stuff don't mix well with fire."
He quickly ditched the servants jacket and replaced it with a white velvet coat. 
Tearing the paper off the package it revealed 3 reinforced lock-boxes, two the size of a small head, one long enough to fit a sword.
With another flick and beep one of the small packages opened up and revealed just that, a handgun.
Seemingly bee of plastics and with two containers on top the double barrelled pistol looked suspiciously like a super soaker.
Though clearly some modifications had been made. Martin took the gun and casually shoved it in his coat pocket.
"Backup plan. Hopefully won't be needing that."
He carefully grabbed the other two lock-boxes and closed the trunk of the car.
"I'm ready. If you would escort me in so I may present the stone?"