He'd dressed finer in the past few days then the whole of his life. And now she was offering him clothes from not only a lord, but a Hand of the King. He swallowed down his objections.

"I met him," he reminded her. "He seemed about my height. Larger, perhaps, when he was younger."

The man wasn't necessarily soft, but he was old and didn't look as though he was a man who did much fighting anymore. At the time, even the younger Gendry had been broader than him. He'd only grown since them.

"But, m'lady, the clothes belong to Lord Robin's father. Won't he object?"