Aster would, indeed, accept a parting kiss on the cheek. Their solemn expression turns bright again when Jaskier returns the topic to that of instruments and music. One of the lyres? Well, it's not as if these weren't going to be for sale, anyway. The Dracone are no stranger to exporting their goods beyond the Nether's borders. Craftsmanship is equal parts passion and business. Aster's work often goes to Ikorr. The vampires adore their lilting string instruments.

"We do love the clink of gold," Aster says with a wink. "We also love a good performance. I'll consider your song payment enough. However..."

They pick up one of the varnished lyres on the table. Made of a rich dark wood, the instrument is decorated with a pattern along the sides that resemble a series of dragon scales. The strings are surprisingly sturdy. In fact, they might never wear out or break unless deliberately snipped.

"...You must swear to play me another on the lyre if we meet again."