"Oh?" Good, the pair he was looking at is still here, he picks it up to turn one of the gloves over and squint at the inner lining. "I wouldn't have guessed, after the way you had that merchant quaking in his pointy shoes."

Hah. His kids- his students, he can't be sentimental so far from home- aren't exactly all snobs, but none of them want for anything or care about spending money, really. He's used to a very specific kind of noble.