No, there is one place you haven't patted down yet (Pink Trigger's Power >99)

"Cornelia, you call that finished? You distinctly missed one spot. I might be hiding something there. A gun, for instance."

"P-Please allow me to speak, Inquisitor... I don't think that I can do that while the court is watching! I might be brought in for questioning on misconduct or given my own sexual **** charges, Sir!"

Nonsense. Who would be the one issuing those charges? Senior angels. And what am I? A senior angel! Trust me: if we have angels cutting corners, we're going to have blood spilled in the court room. Witches aren't going to shake hands or agree to play fair! They're going to come at you hiding guns inside their pants! Now do your duty without any further back-talk, third-class cleric!

"Yes, Inquisitor!"

In the next moment, I felt the angel's hand clutch dutifully onto my concealed member. Her fingers traced its shape, growing increasingly hesitant as she seemed to divine what it really was. Ah... I was very erect by this point. She must have noticed, because she gulped and narrowed her eyes. I could tell the question was on the edge of her lips.

"Inquisitor... Is that...?"

She must feel it twitching. I'm about to burst out of my trousers, zipper be damned. I held it for now and smiled. Congratulations, you've found it! This rod-shaped, lightly twitching item inside my pants...

Is a magical gun, of course. For the purpose of this exercise, I did indeed hide a gun inside the front of my pants, where I assumed you would never dare to check. You did well to recognize that, Cornelia. Now that we've established that...