"Outliving someone doesn't mean much around here anymore." There had been more than a few people who had arrived claiming they'd been dead. After the apocalypse, it'd been a mass raising. Not that Lindsey was going to complain about that one. "It's not the nifty trick it used to be, returning from the dead."
He wrinkled up his nose. "It's fruit." He crossed his arms over his chest, settling back against the couch, confident and at ease. "Blood is a life force. It puts a real kick into the closing. All those spells it's an ingredient of." He shook his head slowly. "Pomegranates just don't compare for me."
He turned his head slightly so he could look over at her. "It's evil," he pointed out dryly. "Wrapped in something pretty."