Xander's not willing to play ball...yet

"Lady, I'm the ordinary guy of the people who fight demons in Sunnydale. Do you really want to put your life on the line, relying on me to have common sense?"

Lilah's glass of wine stopped halfway to her lips.

"I want to have my leg looked at, before I even begin to speak with you. At a real hospital."

Lilah was hesitant to let him out of the limo. But then she had heard about Xander Harris. Wolfram and Hart's seers watched out for any potential Apocalypse. the first one that had taken place in his senior year had garnered quit a bit of attention because it would have been possible for the world to end due to something entirely separate from the main battle. A group of zombies had set up a bomb overtop of the Hellmouth. If it had gone off while the Hellmouth was open it would've remained open releasing demons and blocked off from anyone shutting it. Harris had **** one of the zombies to disarm it. If she didn't do what he wanted she could find herself wrapping her lips around his dick so he would die getting a blowjob.