“Perhaps, perhaps. I just know what my father was like when I was growing up because Mother has since told me.” Xander said with a chuckle. “Though, I still don’t know what he did that got us run out of Hell. I just know someone’s gonna be wearing his skin if he returns anytime this century.” For someone his age to even be thinking in terms of that long was different for most people. “But, I suspect that is likely. Unless it was how you guys left the bodies.” Nor did he even seem to mind the whole killing bit, or at least his voice didn’t make it seem that way.
“No, you can’t exactly bag sex, though it’s available on most street corners in any major city.” The demon just chuckled at that and then he shook his head. “But, if you could, I wouldn’t want it anyway. Some things are meant to be eaten live and fresh, not frozen. It wouldn’t nearly be the same thing. I find those of you guys who rely on the bagged stuff to be quite pathetic. Blood is meant to be warm, be what the fuck you were made.” He grunted a bit at just the thought.
He tilted his head as he let his gaze look over her for a moment. Xander seemed to think about her words. “You’re a vampire, you’re a predator. You’ve killed, and likely don’t feel bad about it from how you talk. You’ve had some sort of disappointment or fight lately that’s kept you up and you’re thinking you should go. But at the same time, you’re finding me rather desirable. Which means you’re thinking of things that you might regret in the morning.”
He then chuckled a little bit. “And no, I’m not a mind reader. I can sense the desire growing in you. It’s what we do.” He tilted his head to the side slightly as he regarded her for a moment. “But beyond that, I don’t have a clue. If you want me to know, you’ll tell me, otherwise it’s not something I’d even worry about.”