Of course he was. Xavier knew first hand. But he wasn't supposed to know that. He shouldn't know anything about Edward and Gina or how she used to snatch the cigarette from his lips and kiss him, before going on her merry way. He shouldn't know of her little roll of the eyes as he smoked or how she watched his hands...
Fuck.
The cigarette went back to his mouth when the glass fell. Xavier stood up immediately, nodding. "Of course - it's down the hall, you have to walk through the first bedroom." Different layout thanks to his work there. He waved a hand, trying to remember if he'd left anything in the guest room. Not that he could remember - his copy of The Count of Monte Cristo was in his own bedroom, further down the hall. She shouldn't have a reason to go down there. "I'll clean this up."