[Souma catches it quick as a flash, with a deadly-fast snap of the wrist that can only come from being part of a clan of supernatural ninja. His facial expression is still the same sort of vacant, pleasant one, though there is the slightest twitch at the left corner of his mouth that might belie that throwing it at him was not acceptable. He holds the necklace in his hand, offering it to Altair at arm's length.]

No need... to modestly refuse. I do not mind. Take it, if you like it. It is a gift. Probably looks better on you than on me.

[Oh. but that last part has Souma looking down at Altair, curious and wary.]

What do you mean, someone like me? Because... I am taller than you?