The 'gift' is eyed warily. There's a moment of contemplation as he considers the motivations behind such a gesture.

Without a word, he flicks a wrist in the air. The offering of sand disappears in a streak of light, reappearing to fill his own hourglass necklace a little further. Then he makes to leave.

It could speak volumes that he would even accept such a thing. He would make no assumption that this is anything but transactional for ridding the room of his illusion - a mere coincidence.