Lupe smiled at the kiss, recognizing the gesture for what it was. A smooth, practiced move. Taking her hand back, she dropped gracefully into the chair behind her. It was nice to be a dancer and just move so smoothly, not clunking about like some people she'd seen. "My husband has been teaching me English, but I still need practice. I go between the two, con frecuencia." She took a moment to let her eyes drift about the room, taking it in, noting the obvious differences between what the school provided and what Xander had brought himself. Finally, her eyes came back to him, eating him up as she checked him out. Once again, the blood picked a winner in creating a demon.