[His eyes are equally focused on the petals, Kravitz' mind trying to sort through where he may have seen them, the classifications of Umui he only ever half-understood. He pulls himself away only when he knows it's not important, shaking his head a bit to clear that thought.]

I would strongly suggest you think about it, and-- well, the sooner you cure it the less unpleasant it will be. Trust me.

[Says Kravitz, who is gonna end up 20% bush regardless, because he's a damn hypocrite. He looks towards Aziraphale with serious but soft eyes, trying to read his motives with a look.]

Perhaps we-- I mean, if you need to talk, I am always here to listen, though I understand these situations may be sensitive.