[He raises his eyebrows a little as she watches him, unruffled by her gaze. It's far from the first time he's had someone sizing him up, and she's welcome to form whatever opinion she wants from it.

Of course, usually in the past it isn't with someone who hums faintly in his mind, and who can probably read the emotions he's still getting a handle on holding in. Sam hasn't had this much practice with his emotion regulation skills in years.

His grin returns at her answer, accompanied by a flash of amusement.]

You really wanting those gloves, or you just try to have an answer ready in case someone offers to buy something for you? Yeah, all right, since I offered, gloves it is. You got a place in mind?