Somewhere, Lady Luck had decided Lindsey had done something to offend her and was gleefully striking out at him. That was the only way he could explain the year late vengence strike followed by having his ass saved by the Champion of the hour.
He had two avenues that he could take here. One, he could lie and put in an Academy Award winning performance as a fellow demon fighter somewhat spooked by a reputation heard through the grapevine. Remembering that Darla had said he could read minds, the effort would involve maintaining a mental wall. And for what? He couldn't infiltrate the Hyperion Hotel and he figured Peter was intelligent enough not to reveal anything important in conversation to some guy he just met, fellow demon slayer or not.
That left option two. Out of battlefield respect for meeting an enemy on neutral territory, and under the acknowledgement that he had just assisted in preventing the demon clan from getting their revenge, he could be outright honest with him. That plan, he decided, held a few more interesting possibilities. And hell, a lot more fun to see what kind of reaction he got.
The only problem was he really wished he hadn't just been tossed around an abandoned apartment by demons before the meeting had taken place. "Lindsey McDonald," he said after only the briefest of hesitations, a hint of a malicious smile appearing. "I think we're mortal enemies."