"I always have gloves, for when I'm out in public. The glamor doesn't hide my arm." It's not magical or high-tech enough, it could conceivably by made with things here in this universe. He gingerly picks up his jacket, first, ready to drop it if need be.

Nothing happens, so he sets it aside. "I wasn't wearing them today, though. They're here." They're what he picks up next, a pair of simple leather gloves. They... won't currently fit, because his fingers are too long, and uneven.