He lets the pendant swing in his hand before pulling up on the chain and letting it swing into his hand like some sort of terribly expensive makeshift yo-yo. He doesn't look particularly wounded, and he's not; the expected reaction just means that he has to try harder. But there's time.

"Insurance policy?" Roger asks as his hand lowers and he sets the jewelry on the table beside him before crossing his arms, observing her across the way. When in doubt, after all, what better thing to do than to play dumb? What better way to keep trying to reel something in? "What do I need that for?"

Of course, there's no reeling to be done here. They might still be just two bars above strangers, but Roger already knows that Ariadne's above that. Had he been aware in the first place, he'd've gotten out of that arrangement before it begain, but there's some credit for trying. Ten for ten, right?