She could have gone on right then. That he'd brought out the meat comments so early on was disconcerting. She should have made some comment about not being the only cold, slab around but he hadn't done anything that had illiceted such an unusually cruel remark about his father. But she thought about it...oh did she.
"Aww...well, my wilted corn stalk, what makes you think that I do?" she said, enjoying his manly display of arrogant ignorance. But she was serious too. She'd always been fond of his father, mostly because his father had always been quite fond of her - a fact she derived great pleasure from especially since Xander had never approved. She was distraught to find out that his demise had been dubious. Of course, this meant that when she did call upon his mother she would be met with the teary eyed conversation, the very conversation that Xander had been delighted to avoid and she would be as sweet as her name implied just because she thought her mother deserved a sympathetic ear.
His back was met with a smug, tiny lipped smile. It was wiped clean when they met up again outside the door. Honey Skye watched as he fished for his keys and unlocked the door to her future. She hated when he was counterfeit like this. She preferred his anger. One foot in front of the other and she was inside. Maybe she had expected him to carry her in with some sort of exuberant display but he hadn't. Actually, she found that she had her eyes closed as she listened first to the sound of him moving around within. Not because she was afraid...that wasn't her style. No, she had wanted to give herself on last present and as she had her first glance around her stage scenery expression became quite real.
"Oh Xander!" She let her delight show through, "It's lovely..." One foot in front of the other indeed, she found herself dashing toward the window and pressing her hands to the glass as she had a look at the view. Her forehead was pressed next and she removed her hands to trick her mind into the feeling of floating. There was a rush to get all the enjoyment she could tonight because she was afraid of the hook...she knew there had to be some sort of catch.