Looking up at her, he chewed on his lip. "I know... but it's your leg... and, well, I didn't know who put it there." He murmured embarrassed. Xander was use to people not liking him too close once they met the violent one. Slowly he set his hand back down, still unsure, but at least this time he knew it was him who did it. He smiled again, cheeks still reddened. "And we aren't dancing."