I didn't know your love and affection was so wounding. Won't you just put me out of my suffering next time instead of making Lorenz lecture me on the merits of literally anything? Or imitating him now since it's been rather blissful without it, don't you think?

[ He's still going to bemoan this for appearances' sake even if they both know that's a farce, and that perhaps if he didn't want to be lectured by Lorenz he could have devoted a little less time to riling up the noble in question little by little before turning him loose. Something he's going to miss, Claude thinks with a sudden pang of something like sadness, because someday he'll have to settle for it happening in letters instead.

That feeling doesn't belong here so he sets it aside, attentive to what she lists off as options before looking back to the stall's counter once more. There's something more he'd ask for here if it wouldn't be revealing too much, if it wouldn't tell too much about a past he's never shared with her beyond in bits and pieces of things abstract enough to be both out of place and fit right in. A request that can't happen here so Claude focuses on the beads and hums. ]

A lightweight necklace would be rather nice, I think. Less chance of it snagging and it'll stay safely tucked away to keep it in one piece, or to make me less of a target for someone who appreciates fine craftsmanship a bit too much.

[ The look he sends here somewhere between a smirk and a grin is entirely meant to be mischievous as she finishes up her purchase, absolutely teasing about being a target for theft but also absolutely meaning the compliment somewhat hidden in there about her work drawing attention. ]

And I'd wear any of those you listed, really, though if I had the choice I'd probably lean towards gold. I'll let you surprise me with it.