[ Reggie wrinkles his nose at the rejection but withdraws his hand back without comment -- hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, etc. and so on -- and returns to leaning his weight on his cane, propping his smoothie-reaching hand sassily against his hip. ]

Yeah, right. Doc Chilton knows better than to stifle my creativity -- take away a guy's right to dress himself and you might as well throw in a pair of handcuffs while you're at it. [ He buffs his nails against the lapel of his jacket. ] Patients expect me to maintain a certain fashionable standard so they at least got that to look forward to when they come into the office.

[ Not really. ]

Besides, I wouldn't want the novelty to wear off, y'know?