Yeah. No. You're here, so you're playing their game. Gimme a sec.

[ No more warm touch. He's changed his mind about the diamond, ducks under the table and gropes around to find it - nearly gets his hand skewered by a stiletto - before finally straightening again with a pained groan at the creak of old bones. The spit slick little gem brandished between two fingers. ]

There. This one almost killed you, which is a cheaper price than most people pay for diamond.

[ He hands it over, since Matt did find it. ]