The tone of her smile was lost on him. The others in his head were bickering now on what the drink actually tasted like. Xander was unsure if they were actually affected by the drink or not. Fuck if any of them were really sure about it. The calculating one couldn't completely be sure. The present wasn't exactly his jurisdiction. It was Xander's and he was obviously drunk so there was no telling. The others' personalities didn't change with the alcohol.
How could she not know about Formaldehyde? Didn't everyone know about it? "Hades is a coroner..." He mumbled. Another moment of his alcohol, Xander always referred to Hades by his public human name and never by his real name, but things blurred now. The violent personality wanted to show her just what the embalming fluid was like, not on her surprisingly but on someone else. Like the cheerleader and football player making out in the corner.
A smile pulled on his lips as he watched her dance. Xander could watch her move forever, even in the odd manner that she did to the music. He wasn't moving much, swaying mostly, and that might not have been entirely his version of dancing, but the lack of tolerance to the drink. Mostly he watched her dance. Reaching out he put his hands on her hips. He liked her hips and just wanted to feel them really.