I should have noted Xavier as being slightly manic depressive.  Just wait until he starts to see the 1870's life up close...

"That hair brush is made of WHAT?  How would you get bristles that stiff from a horse?  Oh ... wait.  Please don't tell me I have been raking my head with something that was once located near the south end of a horse..."  (Hold the brush up with thumb and forefinger, disgusted.)