He blinks at the gloves as he takes the last bite of the apricot, chuckling softly.

"You're not going to believe this, but you're actually the second person who's offered me knit gloves in the past couple of days. Maybe you know her. One of the Wardens, Bethany. Sweet girl. Truth is, I doubt I'll get much use out of them," He holds up his hands, wearing the same thick leather gloves that he always does.

"N-not that I don't appreciate the thought! Just... seems like they'd be wasted on me."