"I can," he replied, deadpan. "Frankly I'd have more respect for a leader willing to get their hands dirty leading once in a while as opposed to picking the pieces and standing back."
He glanced over at her, eyes narrowing slightly in a thoughtful manner as she spoke about shifting loyalties, which Lindsey had more than enough experience on. "You're right, they would." He had attempted, and somewhat failed, to keep in contact with those who had declared themselves allies or joined up, but the constant flow of people into the city and the sudden disappearence of others had buried Lindsey under paperwork and stress.
There were days when he just rather would have picked up a sword and fought it out. The outcome would have been much more satisfying. "I can see you as one of those leaders," he stated appraisingly, resting an arm over his knee as he leaned back casually.
She was a leader, born and bred no doubt, and probably when it came down to the style of leadership, probably very different from him. Lindsey had begun to develop a sense of team fighting under Angel, briefly, after shaking off the lessons of Wolfram and Hart. It'd been smothered with two well placed bullets.
"Unless we're discussing a leader who is in charge of the questionable then their people would probably turn on them for a few hundred and the promise of more," he said, amusement in his voice.