"Maybe we ought to just try again later?" As Xander's very well aware that at some point, he'll need to eat or something else. He doesn't expect anyone to look after him for magic's sake, though he's still stubbornly curious. Just not willing to be dumb about it. That phase has, at least, mostly passed.

"I wonder what it'll take, though," he admitted. "You'd think if it's sentient or has a presence, wouldn't it be a little curious?"

Or maybe he's just projecting, because really, Xander is curious. Intensely so. But he reminds himself again that patience is a virtue, and one he's tried to cultivate, since he's seen the results of impatience.