Now it is Adasse's turn to be stunned momentarily to silence, as he stares at the gloves in his hand. He rubs his fingers along the fine stitching -- knowing by the size alone these were never meant for Beleth. The leather is soft, supple, as easy to slip on as diving into water. He pulls them on and twists his hands this way and that, before he looks up at Sorrel with shining dark eyes.

"...These are ... these are the most beautiful gloves I've ever owned. Ever. I - thank you. Thank you so much, Sorrel."