Xander regarded the tools for a moment, as he hmmed a little to himself. No, there were some things that were never going to happen to his body. At least not anytime in the near future. Might be nice to have a pretty drawing on your arm or chest for 20 or 30 years, but he was sure he’d get bored of them in fifty, not to mention the centuries of life he still had. No, marking himself up just wasn’t ever going to be on his plate. That was something he’d leave to the mortals.
When she gave her a glance, the demon just smirked and arched an eyebrow. Of course, his eyes did wander, though. He was, after all, a guy. And any guy who didn’t let his eyes wander, wasn’t really a guy, mortal or demon or whatever else existed in their world. Though, when the hiss came, he couldn’t help but smile a little. That part he more than understood. Some people just enjoyed the pain, momentary as it might have been, it was something they went out of their way to get. Pain was sometimes nice, he couldn’t argue that bit at all.
“You know, babe, for someone who claims to be so jaded to all of this, you’re giving some amusing reactions.” Xander said with a chuckle as he slipped his arms into his jacket pockets. Boy, he hated the cold, but that was alright. He could live with it long enough to hit a club and see the lovely reaction the cold had on most women. He tilted his head as he watched her again, though after a moment, his gaze shifted away toward the other merchandise in the room.