The need to prove herself and her independence warred with an intense dislike of her feet being cold and vulnerable, along with an almost instinctual fear of being rude. She did it all the time on accident, it would be nice to avoid it for once. Especially when someone was being kind.
Besides that, at least he was wearing socks, and there was no suspicious odor that rose from the shoes. Surely it had to be better than being barefoot in public. "If you're quite sure." She said, finally, as if giving him one last chance to change his mind before carefully sliding her feet into one oddly cool boot and then the other. "Truthfully without a foil my general self-defense is screaming and or trying to guilt my would-be harasser." Which. Was quite embarrassing now that she thought about it. She really needed to fix that. Maybe Parthenope would take self-defense lessons with her.