He nodded vigorously. "They're so boring." Jim was whining as he spoke, more so as he shook the leg of a pair of pants hanging and asked, "Why don't you wear this more?" It was a suit that he had bought him, left it in the closet. It was obviously for work and specific situations. "You'll look so delicious," he groaned.
Hopping around the conversation like some sort of loopy rabbit, Jim raised a new and somewhat unrelated question. "Do you like zebras?"