Xavier inclined his head slightly, before following out through the door. He could grant Lucas that; he wasn't pleased to see him. No, it was...something else. He looked at him sideways, expression still calm and neutral. He'd anticipated this and expected the rush of hatred. He hadn't expected to be able to control it. Perhaps he was doing better than he thought. "It's impossible to get a true feel of them," Xavier agreed.
He paused outside, waiting for Lucas to follow. A laugh came from him them - bitten down to prevent from becoming too close to manic. "Being in person does solve that problem then. People would be scammed less if they actually met up with those who offered them strange deals." His hands went to his pockets, as he tried not to laugh anymore. The irony and level of ignorance that Lucas had was astounding.
"I'm not offended at all," he reassured him, beginning to walk towards Osha. "As a bachelor, I felt like I needed less space - there's better investments for my money." A pointed look was sent there, as Xavier continued. "I spent my first week remodelling the whole apartment though. The place was a disaster beforehand."