Xander was more than familiar with the effects of alcohol though. All that movement, then none at all, was very bad for an already dulled brain. It tended to lull the body back into a sense of security that just called for sleep. And the demon was so close to that point he didn’t know if he could resist it for much longer. No, he was too close, it wouldn’t be much longer for him.
When her hands ran under his shirt, his own hands would begin to move a little more on hers. One would slide upwards along her back, while the other would move down to rest against the small of her back. When she kissed him, however, that one hand would slide up and into her hair, as he ran his fingers through it even as his lips parted to enjoy that particular embrace. A soft sound of contentment would vibrate out of him and against her lips as well.