Nah, I do not think so. [Robb shakes his head firmly, showing her exactly how stubborn he can be.] They look like breeches, but with buttons where the laces are. It is not a special sight, my lady.

[Robb nods at her question and offers her his arm. Common courtesy, mostly belonging to the days of old.]

Aye. [He turns halfway.] Tell me what I can expect when we walk.