The absurdity of the statement - the whole situation - bubbles over into another laugh from Xavier. Unselfconscious this time. Zav's tightly pulled smile eases into a more comfortable grin. He shakes his head. What in the hell. "Huh. Well, we're talking now, Swan B--guy."

Okay, weird. He shoves his hands into his pockets and shifts his weight to one side. It makes him seem a little more relaxed, though not by much. "So, you're not clownin' on me?" It's a rhetorical question. "What made you, uh, decide on the swan get up?"