How can one look worried in leather?

What was he worried about, anyway? Someone had said, jokingly, "you look so good with that cigar, you might start me smoking." He didn't want to be the cause of that. He'd seen the ads and generally deferred even to people who waved their hands and coughed before his cigar was lit.

It was just the right thing to do, right? Progress? He couldn't have worn a leather suit so freely 20 years ago, out with someone else dressed the same, but nobody much cared now. Take the bad with the good!

Yet he felt greedy and spoiled asking for more. There was no easy way out. At such times like this he appreciated being reminded of the unequivocally nice things he encouraged people to do--drink less, read more, etc. And how a cigar at its best gave, not quite guilt, but "I've had enough enjoyment and not being perfect or productive or whatever, back to real life." It recharged and relaxed more than alcohol or loud music or conversation.