Almost immediately, Sorrel has to look away, the tips of his ears already starting a blush. Oh honestly, Adasse, you can't have a face like that; there ought to be a law.

"S'just a pair of archer's gloves," He mumbles, combing one hand back through his hair, as embarrassed as he is pleased, "Nothing to worry about."

And they do suit Adasse, after all. The fit is well enough and... and well, look at him!

"Just consider it a... thank you, for helping acquire such fine gifts for Sina."