Xan is so fucking bored of this fucking town.
It's not even a town, really. The Kents live in Kansas, in possibly the most Kansattican part of the whole godforsaken state. It's convenient in some ways - he can fly, here, without giving away the secret of his existence, and it would probably be harder to sun himself naked if they lived in New York. On the other hand, it's boring here. The Kents don't even have any interesting books. He'd give his left nut for Fanny Hill or Memoirs of a Young Rakehell, something worth banning. All they have is Communist literature and To Kill a Mockingbird. Still usually banned, but for stupid reasons.
At the moment he's indulging in his main diversion, sunbathing naked in the air above the Kents' cornfield. His eyes are closed, but his senses are sharp enough that it doesn't really matter; he could hear a pin drop.