[He rolls the button between his fingers, lingering on the shape and feel of it.]

Not what I asked, babe.

[He drags his pointer finger down Kravitz' chest, poking him in the sternum as he tilts his head up to him.]

You have outfit opportunity. It's summerwear time and you can just, uh, make whatever it is you want and you're not even goin' for it! I mean, like, live a little. Just a little. I know death is your whole spooky skeleton thing but live like 5 percent and find some sunny colors.