Xander shifts back on his elbows and scoots up the bed a bit. He glances over towards the nightstand for... well, there are Things which are occasionally useful for This among Other Things, not that he's really had the need to use them for This in quite a while due to an abundance of Other Things. Which is a hell of a long drawn-out euphemistic way to not just think lube, he reflects as he reaches for it.