He arched a brow slightly at that as he regarded her for another moment. Then, he glanced up at the truck again, and then back at her. Then at his truck, then back at her again. Xander just shook his head again at that as his lips curled into a wry smirk. “Sam, huh? Samuel or Samantha, hopefully given how often I’m in it, Samantha. Sammy boy just doesn’t do it for me.” His truck had a name now, how cute.
He reached out to the side, where the few tools he needed was, and grabbed a cloth as he brought it up to his face to wipe away what he could without soap and water and regarded her again. “Shouldn’t you be out on a hot date or curled up with a nice book somewhere or something?” he asked, as his smirk only seemed to widen even more.