[ The irony that this situation draws parallels to the first time he and Viktor met is not lost on him. ]

That, um, [ splitting his attention between addressing Yseult and watching Viktor, ] that'd be the lyrium, our notes, and the hot plate. So-- so two griffons, yeah. Three, maybe. Uggie's good, he'll follow you...

[ trails off softer as he lets the crystal hang from the chain around his neck, with the sound of metal scraping against a hard surface briefly, followed by a hiss of smoke from the hearth as he joins Viktor. ]