Oh, Xander had troubles with feelings and messy relationships. Although, it would be more accurate to say those around him has those troubles. For the most part, the demon himself just didn’t care one little bit. He was what he was, and anyone who knew what he was and thought otherwise was just setting themselves up for a fall. Something he had come into more than once in recent years, though somehow those managed to fix themselves up easily enough.
On the supernatural power scale, Xander was nearly at the bottom. Even though his race was perhaps one of the most dangerous around, it wasn’t because of sheer power. In fact, their lack of power is what made them become what they were. His kind fought with words and manipulations, rather than sheer strength and speed. And he was very good with his words.
When she stepped close to him, and he tilted his head slightly at her words, the demon’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “You’re always good for my ego.” Xander said, before he stepped forward, so that his chest brushed against hers. Then he dipped his head down so that he could whisper against her ear. “I wasn’t beaten by a woman…” he teased. “I was beaten by a vampire.”
Then, the blade in his hand would snap up in a quick motion to swat her on the ass, even as the demon himself began to back pedal, an amused smirk curling his lips.