"I do fancy it, as it happens. It would look lovely against the throat of my sister. She has a particular love for necklaces." A kind of amused, dirty look flashed across his face for a moment, before he held out his hand to Dodgson for the trinket to be wrapped. He still hadn't found his inspiration, though.
"What do you have in the way of antique maps?" he asked, finding an old atlas on the shelf.