Lindsey almost argued that when it came to the undead, who really were dead except by some blood magic animated, they would rather rip out a throat, taunt, and eventually try to kill whoever was looking for peace and quiet.
However, that arguement dissolved as he realized exactly who he was addressing. Lindsey squinted in the darkness, trying to make out his facial features. A second later, oh fuck echoed through his mind.
He crossed his arms over his chest, shoulders tensing as his expression lost the amicableness he'd been displaying a moment earlier. "Yeah, that'd be me," he replied finally.