Gwen almost pulls the envelope from him just to really tease him, but she gamely lets it go, satisfied that she got enough of a reaction from him. Still giggling, she opens the box, thinking over a few other choice retorts she could still use, although they are all likely only funnier because she is at least two sheets to the wind, not quite a third.

"Oh, I love them!" she exclaims, holding up the gloves close to her face so she could examine the little bee, and the sigil (yea, drunk and low firelight do not mesh well). "They're so cute." A fresh bit of humor comes to her and she leans against him with a cheeky smile, lowering her voice. He really has no chance. "I have a glove fetish, too, did I tell you?"