Okay, he deserved that. Xander picks up a sock and throws it at her. “At the end of the day, I’m just a regular guy.” Except really, he wasn’t. Not even a little. The internet had given him notoriety, the crimes had given him infamous status, and then the NSA had given him just the opposite. The most death-defying stunts and tricks he’d done in his life, but in complete secrecy. Only a few people still remembered him riding Ahab through the town and sinking the bomb just deep enough to neutralize the chemicals. Shit, he still got a chill thinking about the cold water he’d fished himself out of. It had actually been warmer to parade around shirtless than to stay in that sopping–and quickly freezing–thing. “Or at the beginning, I guess.” 

She was making it awkward. Obviously this wasn’t something she did very often, or at least something she wasn’t confronted with the one-night-stand the morning after. He smirks at her. “Looks like you’re the one who needs it more than I do.” There’s an echoed crack about him and red bull from that former soldier in the back of his mind, but he ignores it. “I’ll make some.” He didn’t intend to stay long, hell, he didn’t intend to stay at all, but now he was making coffee for the two of them.