[His eyes go round. His jaw goes slack. He bounces a little on the spot with his hands hovering around the gloves and a noise building within him.]

Motherfuck! This wicked habliment may be of the most miraculous mother fuckin witnessed by mine occulars! The bones! The clean nug upon the fingertips!

[He jams them on with haste.] These are so warm! [He cannot believe it. This is amazing. This is miraculous. This is-

He goes very still and stares up at Sam in wonder.] But I have offered thee nothing. What has inspired such generosity as this?