"Of course." Gideon was familiar with the West End, though he'd spent very little time there. He'd done a short stint as a tinker there before he left for Germany. It was filthy and rude, just like the rest of London.
He draped the turtleneck over one arm and bent to examine the other sweaters. "I'm familiar with a wide majority of Europe. I stand by what I said; however: your clothes are bizarre beyond anything I've ever seen. The trousers, for example. They look inexpensive but are made with blue ink, yes? And your boots are in a style I've never seen before." To his knowledge they didn't wear anything like this in any country, let alone the West End of London.
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