"Okay.  You're going to need to explain why you have a pleated skirt over a pair of trousers."
"You're going to love this.  First, all the towns we've encountered, ALL of them, demand clothing to a ridiculous extent."
"And you have complained about EVERY ONE OF THEM."
"Can I not give them what they're asking for?"
"No.  Keep talking."
"You can fit a lot into a skirt's pleats."
"Talk more."
"Several spelled cards."
"That's not enough."
"A few very thin knives."
"And?"
"And enough holy water to fuel a diocese."
"That's how how dioceseseses work."
"Like you'd know."
"So, let me get this straight.  You wave your skirt, and suddenly several vampires melt into ash?"
"God, no.  That would be terrible."
"We're in full agreement.  So what happens?"
"You kick my skirt, and suddenly a vampire melts into ash."
"And what, you get a skirt full of glass?"
"Vampire-proof, right?"