[There's a soft noise from Daan, almost a laugh as he takes the gloves. Excellent make, well made; after his life living in the Baron's estate, Daan has gotten an eye for these things, for better or for worse.]

Of course. One could hardly blame you. [Daan certainly doesn't!]

Hell, I sure hope so. I've sutured enough patients. [He smiles wryly.] I never learned to make clothes or dolls, but I'm an excellent surgeon. I'd be lucky to know how to make curtains, though.

These gloves are beautiful. Good taste, I should say. Though I'm not sure what abilities you were expecting of them.