( He all but coos or purrs or reduces himself to a state of utter, jewel-born contentment. How it shines, catches the light, the depth of colour, the sheer size of the sample.

Truly, the gem appears to sing to Batthour's heart in ways he demonstrates immediately: )

...yes. Yes, this one's friend. This one's prince. Batthour knows. He understands. And he will pay an honest price for it, of course. For this beauty, Batthour would not presume to cheat you.