"I am not," Lindsey began to complain and let the subject drop just as fast before it became an arguement on his disposition. The only time he would ever admit getting grumpy had involved the Practical Science Division, the truth serum, and a lack of help keeping him from confessing his darkest secrets to the first person that had asked.
What a headache that had been.
He had every right to tell her off right then and there, to mind her own business when it came to his personal life, then throw her out. But Lindsey happened to be in one of those moods where he wasn't feeling up to picking a battle. It wasn't as if he was actually keeping it a secret and if it became office gossip, well, it could mutate into a frightening and beneficial reputation for him. Possibly.
"I haven't been perfectly normal in years, Elle," he replied wryly. "I died a year and a half ago and Wolfram and Hart now officially owns me. They figured out my idea of Hell would be stuck in their employ." He shrugged. "So they brought me back and here I am."