Xavier visibly relaxed at the confirmation. "Great." He didn't use a hand for his clothes, them changing with the slightest ripple. His coloring changed a bit next, before he finally was how he arrived - Xavier Delamere, Englishman.
He reached for his bottle, putting it on the coffee table with a slight shrug. "About an hour. It's a pleasure to do business with you, but let's forgo the handshake from now on." Personal space boundaries would have to be employed as well. He paused. "I don't have to add, that this can't happen again, right?"