His pale, and cold fingers danced underneath his shirt, before dipping down inside those jeans. Gripping his bottom, he gave it a nice squeeze, smiling softly. "I promise when I speak to Xander tomorrow, I'll make sure you won't be scared of him." He whispered. He wanted to make it seem like he hadn't seen Xander at all. So when the murder appear on tv, it wouldn't think it was him. Besides anyone would think it was a rival gang after Xander's