“Spooky, crazy, magic, take your pick.” Whatever fit best for her. He didn’t know what she was seeing, but fear read a certain way, and fear of something really terrifying…that lingered even when that something was gone. The light smile stayed on his lips as he held up a hand to shush her. “You weren’t being obvious, I’ve just got a good eye.” Xander leaned back, gave her a little space between them, he didn’t blame her if she saw half of what he was imagining. “So why are you, then?” There had to be a good reason.