Firo watches Hector unsheathe the sword with anticipation. He can't hide slight disappointment when he suddenly sheathes it again. "Huh?"

Ah, gloves. He relaxes when Hector brings them out, but holds up his hands to refuse.

"Thanks, but..." He shrugs. "I think the guys back home'd laugh at me if they saw me with those. I'll be fine." He doesn't expect a bunch of them to pop out of nowhere, but he still can't bear to do something that would embarrass him in front of them. Not that the gloves themselves are embarrassing, but the implication that he's not tough enough to go without them.

[ooc: Please don't apologize! It's totally fine. <3 ]