"It's not filth," Xander protested with a grin, "it's the way that the mind of a mature male interprets...life. There's nothing filthy about my mind, Buffy." Except there really was. But, really. Why fight the power?
"So, I think heavy patrolage like this calls for yummy treats," Xander stated. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy bar. "Want some of my choclatey goodness?" He frowned and shook his head. "And, again, totally not supposed to come out that dirty."