He studied her face for the aforementioned acne and warts, but even as an amoral bastard he wasn't touching the chest thing. Even evil had a thing about sexual harrassment in the work space and Lindsey just wasn't that kind of guy. "There's nothing there, Elle," he replied calmly and finally took a drink.
He was trying his damndest not to laugh. There were plenty of worse things a witch could do, if that was indeed who she had crossed paths with. He cleared his throat and set the cup down. "It's a mirage because from where I'm seeing, I don't see anything wrong with you," he said, wondering what he could say that would knock her down a few octaves and prevent her from waging an all out war of her own. "Calm down."