Rewrite the dialogue in reported speech

‘By the way, love that jacket, old man,’ Bunny said to me as we were getting out of the taxi. ‘Silk, isn’t it?’

‘Yes. It was my grandfather's.’

Bunny pinched a piece of the rich, yellowly cloth near the cuff and rubbed it back and forth between his fingers.

‘Lovely piece,’ he said importantly. ‘Not quite the thing for this time of year, though.’
‘No?’ I said.
‘Naw. This is the East Coast, boy. | know they're pretty laissez-faire about dress in your neck of the woods, but back here they don't let you run around in your bathing suit all
year long.’ (pp. 54-55)