He nodded, settling back in the chair. The reaction was expected, but hopefully it could be brushed off. If not - well, a good amount of money could take care of it, as well as the truth that the British Health care system was hell. "Fine by me."
Xavier let his his hands settled on his lap, clasped thoughtfully. "Pretty regularly." He wasn't the cleanliest person on the planet, but he had attempted hygeine over the years. "I've been better about it recent years," he admitted. Floss and toothpaste had been luxuries when in prison. At least a toothbrush had been considered a necessity.