He let his body mold against hers for a moment, and that smile on his lips was still quite clear. Well, clear to anyone who could see it, which at the moment, did not include her. Then, he nodded once as he turned his lips to her ear once again and the soft sound that carried from his lips was, “Stay close..” And then he was leaning back and he turned away from her.
The first touch that would leave her was the hand on her ass, as it went before him so that he could easily push his way through the dancing crowds. The other hand would reach up to grasp her hand, though as he moved it upwards it would brush against the side of her breast. Not a strong brush, but definitely one that would be felt.
It would only take a couple of moments for Xander to clear the dancefloor. It would seem that he really was at home in this type of situation with the ease in which he knew how to navigate the dancing horde. He would then move toward the exit. Though, just as they entered the hall that lead toward the stairs, he would pause and pull her toward him. Then, he would press her back against the wall, as he reached his hand up to brush those fingers against her cheek again, his eyes resting easily upon hers.
“Feeling better?” he asked as he smiled at her. “The crowd can get to be a bit much..” he half whispered, with the roar of the club dimmed ever so slightly in this spot.