Jacen's dark eyes met Xander's stare, just as unflinchingly. Somehow the scowl that was threatening was just pushed back and his face kept the calm, blank expression he had worn when he came in.
"Considering you exploited my friendship with you to hand me over to Wolfram and Hart, I think I'm entitled to ask a few questions," his voice was low, little above a growl. It was not the first time Jacen Solo had ever been betrayed by a friend, but it had been a while. He had forgotten quite how much the sting of it lingered.
"Let's start with what you have possibly thought you had to gain from this. Why you ever thought that Eve could be trusted to fulfill her part of the bargain." Like transporting the Slayers to Russia. Freaking Russia in the early winter when they were dressed for Los Angeles weather. Hardly what Jacen would consider safe by any means.