Xander wouldn’t lay a hand on the person. Not one single finger. There were other ways to hurt people, was to really hurt them without physically hurting them. And, he knew plenty of people and powerful demons who would do that. Even if he didn’t know them directly, his father did, and they stuck together as a family.
The pain and discomfort of being around Xander wouldn’t last long, or at least not real long. He would be back to his demonic self soon enough. But, at her words, the angel gave a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. “And that’s your real problem, Frankie. You make decisions and then hold grudges for as long as you possibly can. You’re having a half-incubus or half-succubus, and you’re going to need advice on how to raise it. Best source of that advice is another half-succubus, even if you hate their guts for whatever reason. Even if they’re fucking your ex-boyfriend.”
“I’m accepting help from you, after all, and you’ve been nothing but rude, condescending, and childish to me since the day I arrived at Halcyon to yesterday.” He was pragmatic to a fault, he was.