Xander nodded, "Good for you, man. I'd like to say I would been the same. Got my share of scars too."

He briefly lifted the front of his shirt to show some of the scarring, "Courtesy of my last date. Just wanted me to carve me up and bleed on some evil artifact. Demon chick, by the way. I should have known." He then lowered his shirt, and then lifted the eyepatch where the hollowed out cavity sans eyeball could be seen.

"Evil preacher guy, told me I'm the guy who sees, so thought it'd be funny to gouge them out with his thumb. Managed to get away before he could take them both. And in comparison with some of my friends? I got off light."