He considered Hannibal's words, and while he did, when no one was looking, crawl out of his skin a little because he was working with Hannibal Lecter, on this, he was okay.
He made a mental note to chalk that up to his years at Wolfram and Hart and not beat himself up too much about it.
But the idea of a celebration was a good one, no matter who it belonged to. Lindsey nodded.
"Yeah," he said, brightly. He offered River a close-lipped smile. "Maybe a party or somethin'." He nodded toward the t.v. "Or a dance thing." He shrugged. "Whatever's fun for ya."