Laertes takes it gladly, holding it out of the water--wet, the grey is darker, but Laertes can already tell that it will be a light, cloudy grey struck through with green when it's dry. "I mean to make thee a necklace of it," he says, and folds it back into Lancelot's hand. "I've made some few bits of jewelry for Sagramore--and I'd like to make thee something, as well."