Xander had no intentions of smiting the guy, or whatever he thought he might do. He was here to have dinner, even though the food at Denny’s was pretty shitty, it was cheap, it was open late, and he wanted some damn waffles. He could have made them himself, but hey, when a guy gets a specific craving, it’s easier to just go for it, let the professionals handle it. He kept his posture relaxed, his body language open just in case the vampire thought he had something less than pure intentions, or like he was here for him. Running into creatures always got complicated when there were humans around, and he knew what he looked like to people. Even regular people sometimes crossed the street or left because of his imposing presence. 

“Eh,” he offered up, “Shitty and unhealthy.” Not that Xander had ever cared about either of those things. He just kept himself in good enough shape by jumping off buildings or free-climbing, pulling stunts in the local skate parks. 

So that was the game. Stink bomb the whole place, pick up the leftovers. Not a bad way to turn an off-putting problem into an asset, really. He was mildly impressed, though he had no idea how old the vampire actually was, so he couldn’t know how long it’d taken him to figure this sort of hustle out. 

He snorted, “I can get a kick out of fucking up someone’s day, if it’s the right kinda person.” Most of the people that fell victim to Xander’s malicious streak were witches and creatures taking advantage of people, selling snake oil to humans, fleecing other witches out of their inheritances, shit like that. In the human world, sometimes he’d fuck with a few of those stuff-shirts from big corporate executive offices, let the regular joes get some of the time and money they put into the company back. 

“Oh yeah?” He looked over at him, taking another sip through the straw. “I’ve got one of those faces….looks a lot like some dude who’s got a job catching people like you.” He deliberately said people, there. “I ain’t him, though.” Xander wasn’t going to go into specifics until he was sure what the vampire was fishing for.