[Mm. Hmm. Conversation. Right. He's lazily stretched out in Kravitz' bed, limbs akimbo and head tucked near his boyfriend, sleepily blinking his eyes as he looks at him.]

Mm? Oh. Yeah, I mean. Magic, my man.

[Also he uses like, shampoo. Do you not wash your hair, Kravitz? No coconut oil? Really.]

How're you... I mean, your body is like, light or something, right? Is that how you keep your skin so nice?

[He lets a hand splay out over Kravitz' bare chest, intertwining a leg with his.]