Xavier doubted he was ever that big of a sweater when he was alive, the whole thing was icky and unflattering. As was, he was happily dry as anything and unrumpled. Exercising and working out in general was still something to do and he enjoyed going through the motions and leading the breathers, but every feeling associated with it from the uppers to the downers and every endorphin in between... well, it didn't scratch the itch that it had when he had been alive. Not much did.
"Yeah? Planning on using your biceps to punch a hole clean through the Dome or something?" Xavier replied with another smirk. "Or maybe getting ripped for that fight night thing in a few weeks."