The cop out only made Xander smile. Everyone was always unwilling to admit things that might make them look bad. After all, you had to be interested in talking to someone first, before you could find out if they were interesting or not. And looks, regardless of whether anyone would admit it or not, always played a role in that. First impressions were always important, and looks were the first impression anyone got.
“I couldn’t live outside of a city. I like the attention too much.. and it would make hunting far too difficult.” The less people around, after all, the less emotion he had to feed off of. It was one reason why vampires were also urban creatures. In a small town, it was hard to hide the effects of your feeding off of others for too long.
The crowds, and the madhouse part of the club, only seemed to energize Xander even more. Of course, it helped being so close to a strip joint, and the lust and desire strippers were always good for producing. That alone meant he was feeding, even then, though he didn’t mention that part to her. After all, he didn’t know her all that well, and she might not react well to knowing he was draining unsuspecting strangers of their life essences. Even if, in the end, it was only a small bit per person. Sometimes people didn’t react all that well to predators of other intelligent creatures.
When she stepped closer to him, he only grinned as he slipped an arm around her shoulder and then motioned toward one of the back areas. “So… where to first? Find us an empty booth.. get something to drink? Or would you rather dance first?” His grin then widened as he glanced sideways toward her, “Or are you one of those girls who’d rather hit the strip area first…” he asked in a teasing voice.