Val simply studied the woman for a while, his eyes trailing over the various features that made up her face. Not unlike her, his features scrunched up in an equal amount of annoyance and he crossed his arms about his chest. "Oh yeah!? Well.." he began, only to immediately falter. He really seemed to have nothing to shoot back at her. At least, he certainly had nothing to say that wouldn't immediately land him a fury of lectures.
"Comfort ain' got nothin' t'do with it." he quipped back as soon as she had given him something to respond to. His attention went to the finger that poked the rough leathers he wore. "It keeps me protected enough an' keeps me from gettin' m'shit kicked in. S'long as it works, I can't complain. 'Sides, ain' like I got the money t'afford anythin' else anyway."
"Comfort ain' got nothin' t'do with it." he quipped back as soon as she had given him something to respond to. His attention went to the finger that poked the rough leathers he wore. "It keeps me protected enough an' keeps me from gettin' m'shit kicked in. S'long as it works, I can't complain. 'Sides, ain' like I got the money t'afford anythin' else anyway."