"I'll take good care of it." He promises, his bright eyes scouring the storefronts and market stalls until he spots one with a lot of ladies' shirts hanging beneath it's awning. Steph seems like she might like simple but nice things. And maybe something made of soft wools and linens after she's been wearing and sleeping in her armor?

What the fuck do you know about women and what they do or don't like? His own voice snarls from the back of his head. He shakes it off. It's not like he's shopping for her, just guiding her through an unfamiliar market. She can make up her mind when she sees the shirts.