[Bless for her trying, but even Jaskier's closest friends can hardly sway him from anything once he's decided upon it. And even if the lady appears very exasperated with him indeed, he is still granted the delight of her name.

He smiles.]

Hardly any of us need such decorations, Lady Warrick. [He gives her a bit of a bow, rising to hold the necklace out. Even in the night of Nocwich, it glitters tantalizing under the lights among the market.] But every one of us deserves to indulge. It is such a very human experience. [And really, what's he going to spend that coin on? Another bed for his gryphon? More shirts for Geralt to get blood on? Please.] Jaskier, Master Bard, at your service. And if you would accept the aid, I can help you put it on. Even if you decide it doesn't suit, you may as well take in a glimpse of it, hmm?