"Perhaps. A shame, that." He sighs. "I've always thought it was a bit stupid, really. There was a nobleman whose youngest son was badly near-sighted, could hardly see in front of his face, and patently refused to get the little goblin fitted with spectacles because they were terribly unfashionable and he didn't want his son 'looking like some sort of nancy'. Of course, then the little imp managed to knock over an entire wine rack. Forty thousand gil worth of Alexandrian silk, completely ruined because some brainless oaf thought glasses were stupid-looking." He's rambling. He had a point here, honestly.

"Point being, wear what makes you comfortable, and if anybody mocks you for it, destroy them."

A beat.

"Metaphorically speaking, of course."