Spock put his hands over top of Jim's, allowing himself to smile just a little bit.

"Only because you affect me so."
Better be careful, you'll make the lovestruck Vulcan wax poetic. He's still not sure of the leather, but he's quite sure of Jim.
He eyes the rest of the gear over Jim's shoulder, wondering what else he's got there...

"Can I safely assume that this is the work of Mister Zevran?"