Xavier's eyes scanned around the display. How could make up be this expensive? He'd rather much spend them on Barbeque if he's honest, but they made you look pretty, so he doesn't mind.

He'd follow you like a lost bunny, wandering around the isle, watching as you take things on the shelves, put it back, and put it on the basket that he hold. Your hands are smudged with many cosmetics. And then you notice his clean hand.

Xavier only tilts his head curiously before his hand turns into another victim of you.