Vasquez thinks that when he was younger, he was too sensitive to be the kind of man who got gifts from others. He'd been quiet and kept to himself, when his sisters weren't trying to be the boss of him. When he got old enough to go out into the world and found people not willing to respect him, he'd reacted with lashing out.

No gifts there, either.

He reaches up to tug Faraday in for a kiss, showing off the beautifully immaculate piece that he would have had to go into a town for. "This is much nicer than my hat," he jokes, since that's where he just stores his, now.