"He's really hung up on this whole neck thing, isn't he?" She thinks to herself while taking another sip, "Wonder if he invests in a lot of turtle-necks?" D'anna presses her lips to her mug to hold back the smirk until she can gain control of her features, then she nods at Xander's response. "No, not everything is worth sticking your neck out dying for but evading censorship rarely results in loss of life."