[If Dion were new here, maybe he'd be a little surprised by the dragon horns and tail. He's spent long enough around Clive and literally everyone else around the grove by now, though, that he thinks nothing of it. He does, however, pay particularly close attention to the weapon on the table. He isn't sure what it's meant to be, but he can tell it's a mechanical marvel. Even the Fallen would have marveled at it.]

I, ah -

[Well, he did come in here knowing exactly what he was going to say, but that phrasing? He is one (1) gay man, how is he supposed to handle how all these men speak to him.

Anyway...]

Dion Lesage. As I am sure you can see, I am quite new here. However, one of my dear friends from home, Joshua, arrived before me. Given, ah, all he has done for me, I wish to give him a gift.

[It's more than that. It's a courting gesture, but he isn't about to gush that in his third sentence to the guy.]

I wish to have an ear cuff crafted out of this. [He holds out an ornamental piece, ripped straight off of his own armor.] Melted down, ideally, and given new shape. If you are familiar with Clive, he wears a similar piece.