[ Miyuki easily slips those shoes back, but not without some qualms about the ones Alois has chosen. Looking them over, he supposes the sheer girliness of them fits with the dress, but there's one feature in particular that catches his attention: ]

Could you even walk in those things?

[ Honestly though, he somehow doubts the boy will have much trouble, and that makes Miyuki give in easy enough. ]

Fine — I choose those, if you're really set on them. But I'm not carrying you around if you break an ankle.

[ Waving it off, he goes to a nearby container displaying small packages of stockings, shingled in rows by color, style, and height. And he's at a loss — not only from not knowing what to choose but from the feeling that what he's choosing for the other boy now is a bit more intimate than shoes. ]