"Now you're starting to sound like Holland. All work and no play makes Lindsey a dull boy. And then I was locked in his wine cellar with Darla and Drusilla." He shrugged dismissively. "I'm a workaholic." Speaking of habits that were hard to break.
He rose from the edge of the desk, pulling off his coat as he headed towards her. "I've got a few hours to spare." He paused at the doorway, his expression thoughtful.
"You know, the Greeks used to say that if you ate and rank the food while you were in Hades, you ended up stuck there for eternity." Yet as much as he compared this firm to Hell some days, he doubted that was going to be the situation tonight. "So what's on the menu? I'm starving."