"What's wrong with dogs?" The dudes part he gets, sure, but dogs? Who doesn't like dogs?

He ignores the shopkeeper entirely, though he does begin to peruse the other offerings at the table. Something small catches his eye and he picks it up, trying to figure out what sort of clothing it might be, but it's... A wallet? A furry wallet?

"No, but this is." Gabriel remarks, holding it out to her for inspection. "The fur thing isn't any weirder to me than sheep's wool or human hair wigs, but I wouldn't want a wallet made out of those either."