"Yeah, I know. That's a constant between magic and science," Xander admits. "Biting off more than you can chew in either one can lead to bad things..."

He'd only heard about certain...issues...that Drake had had, but the stories had been plenty enough for him. Xander didn't ever want to run into that sort of thing for real.

"I don't need that sort of thing--I'm better as an Igor to someone else's mad scientist. Hand you this wrench. Transmute this scrap into the same amount of alloy. But hey, if you need hands, I've got them, you know?" He shrugged.