While Xander didn’t have the same frustrations that she had, and his frustrations would’ve happened regardless of the chaos spell or not, there were times that they were just that. Mortals were creatures that, from time to time, really drove the demon up the wall with their pretty concerns and needs. But, that really was just part of the price that he paid when he decided to create a band of mortal musicians with a mortal agent and mortal fans. Sometimes, no matter how petty they might be, one just had to deal with mortal problems.
But it was all written and dealt with, and was for the most part something that was going to work out for the best. Even if his main drummer was still in rehab, the backup one that they had hired for the duration was proving to have some amount of skill. And he had finally gotten through several of the songs that had been bothering him. Well, perhaps bothering was too strong a word, even if they had been being less than kind in distracting him at all hours of the day.
When he finally arrived at the class, he’d be in a very casual outfit. Nice set of sweats that allowed him easy movement, and a t-shirt. Thankfully, one didn’t need to go outside for one of these little workouts. He really didn’t enjoy the cold one little bit. Even if he wasn’t a demon, he was still a California Beach Bum, and he liked his sunny, cloudless, warm days. The sword he picked was the sabre, as he grinned at her. “Shall we?” It was nice and light, and French, which was always a bonus.