You bet, says Hermione Eyre When I arrive at Fox studios in Los Angeles, the mid-morning sunshine is already crazy-bright.
"Go straight ahead till you reach the doughnut," says security guard, gesturing toward a 12ft sculpture honouring Homer Simpson.
He's here doing last-minute voice dubbing, even though it's Sunday and the studious are deserted, because he is currently Britains's highest-paid actor (last year's Sunday Times Rich List put the 24-years-old's worth at £ 13 million) and his work is never done.
He is a nice boy from leafy Barnes, west London, who became an international teen idol after his brooding performance in the scarily popular vampire saga Twilight (now a tetralogy).
But when I go to premieres, it's more like the crowd is pulling, really wanting something from you. It would be very strange and exhausting to have that kind of experience every night on stage." Despite such fears, he denies that the adulation is really for him.
He says he's simply a cipher that makes the frenzy permissible.
Today, Pattinson is wearing tatty vintage sunglasses, black sweatshirt, black T-shirt, black jeans and the unshaven, rumpled air of a man who has woken up to find that his car has already been waiting outside for some time. He dumps his cigarettes, laptop and keys on the table and sighs at his own laziness. When I first started acting, I'd get one job a year that lasted three months, and then I'd do nothing the rest of the time but I'd have enough money to survive.
“I've got simple tates." He's a sweet, goofy boy, quick to laugh and smile, though he doesn't seem particularly happy.
"I have to be incredibly depressed to write songs and I'm not.
What makes me want to write songs is when I wake up crying.
I liked that it annoyed people how much younger I was.
I liked walking into a room with a woman and people looking at us and thinking: they do not look like together."If these women are well-dressed, I can see why observers might make that judgement.