Rudolph slowly shook his head. It was a nice thought, but one that would ultimately get them into trouble. Nice things never lasted long. Either they were stolen or torn apart to make other things. Usually stolen was the more likely outcome. In a place where even the thinnest scrap was valuable, anything as nice as what Gwen certainly made...Well, there was no way to keep a hold of it for themselves. Not unless they wanted to start turf wars with the other mini urchin gangs. There weren't many that wanted to go up against him, but there were some. Though maybe, just maybe, he could pick up one. Cut it up and patch up all the clothes of his children. That way they could stay warmer and people wouldn't be as likely to take away the clothes. After all, it was hard to catch and take the clothes off a wily urchin. They never seemed to stay in one place for very long.<br/><br/>"I will take one. One you would not mind seeing cut up." He gave her a shy grin, feeling out of his depth here. "I could use it patch up their clothes. I can't have anything too nice. It would get stolen or look suspicious. The less eyes on us, the better off we are. As convoluted as that is to say." He stumbled over the word convoluted, but managed to get it out anyway. He had overheard it in a conversation and knew sort of what it meant. Sort of being the key word. "And that is a flaw in some things and a great advantage in others. Such as in my case." He stood up and stretched, not even touching the ceiling of the attic when he did so. "I should probably get out of your hair now though. Before I get you in trouble."