I kind of hate it when people gussy Clive Owen up for photo shoots. What I like about him is that he looks great in a five o’ clock shadow and I would welcome any sort of beard burn he could give me.

But I can’t fight it. People are going to make him shave and put moisturizer on him and make him hold flowers. I guess it’s just my job to break the flowerpot and get him all disheveled and scruffy and out of breath. Happy to oblige.