Please. There's no way you'd be able to describe it all without going beet-red first.

[He knows what you are, Kurapika... A prude.

Anyway, he continues poking around at the necklaces, shifting the bright blue one aside and examining some of the other, plainer pendants, simple metal charms rather than potentially romantic gemstones.]

Hmm... I wonder if we'll get to keep any souvenirs?