He said that with two actors, it’s tricky. “You have to take turns being Elvis and Cher. You know what I mean. Like today, I’m on doggy duty.”

I asked if he still doesn’t want kids.

“Yeah, me and Leslie, we’re not doing the kid thing,” he said. “It’s not my jam. It’s not my thing. I’m more of an uncle type.”

I wondered if it has to do with his childhood, when his parents broke up and he stayed with his father in San Francisco, while his bohemian mother moved to New York to pursue her acting career. (New York magazine once wrote that Mr. Rockwell had the air of having been raised by wolves “but very considerate wolves who write thank-you notes after they’ve eaten all your sheep.”)

“It could be, but these days everybody comes from a broken home,” he replied. “My mom, she really is a good mother and she did the best she could. I think I’m too selfish to be a father. I think I know what it takes. You know? I just don’t want to put a kid through — my lifestyle is a little crazy, and I think Leslie feels a similar way — and frankly I’m too selfish. I want to have my life and wake up when I want to wake up. I’d rather take care of the dog and take care of Leslie and take care of myself.”

What if he was with someone who wanted kids? I wondered.

“It probably wouldn’t have worked out,” he said with a shrug.

I noted that not much seems to have changed since his Oscar. He’s still in the same East Village pad.