Everyone, except the agent, turned towards Xander. Agent James was left wondering what exactly was going on.
"What?" He asked, returning their gaze.
"Well considering you were the goody two shoes that didn't allow me to completely blow off that—-"
"He means gently pat him on the back. That's what we mean when we say blow-off," Nico cut in, and right after, threw Ares a warning look.
"What? I don't know why you all are still trying to act as if the agent doesn't know what I– we are."
"Ares! You better stop talking. If you think I'm going to be raising Isabella alone, you're mistaken," Angel warned.
"Baby, I'm just stating facts," he directed his gaze to the agent. "There's no point pretending right? You know what I am. For some reason, you just don't care. Or maybe the reason is exactly as you've stated. Doesn't change the fact that you do know, don't you?"
Agent James didn't answer immediately, but only held his gaze.
