Others might think his approach toward such things crass or rude, but for him it was more often a hunt, plan and simple. Mortals, and all too many supernaturals it seemed, regarded sex as special or something that required a connection. It was a lifestyle for him, a way of life pure and simple. Something he had to do to survive. Of course, so did they, something they all too often forgot.
“Oh yes, we both know you’re more than willing to fight.” Xander said as he stepped forward this time. Until his body was standing just in front of hers. “And much more of a fighter than I am.” He tilted his head as his hand reached up to take hold of hers, the one that held the saber up. He let his thumb run along hers, even as his lips curled into a teasing grin.
“But the I’m a lover not a fighter line is mine, babe.” He then reached his other hand out to place his fingers along the curve of her hip as he tilted his head slightly. The whole position almost looking like he was about to dance with her, except for the sword in her grip, of course. “I think my plan had something to do with you on your back, writhing and groaning, and seeing how quickly we’d either be discovered, or I’d have you begging to feel me inside of you…”