He wasn't really trying to be critical. It just was beneficial to have a second pair of shoes sometimes. Especially if you were a woman in heels. But in the end, he wouldn't know and it didn't exactly matter. All Simon could do was watch her try to keep what dignity she had (which was plenty) intact. That perfect pose, those clasped hands. She reminded him of his grandmother.
Simon reached out when she started to wobble but stopped just short of actually touching her. She had caught herself on the wall anyhow. "I'm not exactly going anywhere. Just walking around," he started to toe out of his boots. They were scuffed on the outside but considering he didn't exactly sweat anymore, they were relatively clean otherwise. The socks he wore were a habit more than anything else. "C'mon, I'll walk you home. I mean, I'm sure you can take care of yourself - most people can around here. I just want my boots back when you're done with them," he laughed, a grin forming that still hid the tips of his fangs just right - another habit.