Unbearably, [he drolls in return, but still good-naturedly. Even if Hubert was still short of smiling, his face has relaxed considerably from where he'd began the day.]

[Hubert accepts the delicate little sweater, turning it over in gloved hands. It reminded him of something Bernadetta would suggest.]

It has some charm, I suppose, [Look that's the closest he's getting] but I'm not entirely sure I see it as worth the expenditure; if you're concerned about their comfort, that can be solved with a heated cage. [A minute shake of his head.] I would almost say it'd be a purchase measured more in your amusement than the rats' appreciation.

[Almost like he'd be buying it for her rather than himself or the pets.]