"I'm just trying to figure out your logic, Faith," he replied as he met her glare and returned it with a smirk, one that faltered when she stated that he'd sleep with him. "I can state with certainty that would never happen."
Lindsey shook his head in disagreement. "No. You want to talk not understanding? Just answering a woman's question is a landmine field. One misstep and your missing part of your dignity," he stated. "We don't send mixed messages. We want something, we say we want it."
He rest his arms, crossed in front of him, on the edge of the counter, gazing past Faith as a new group of people came in, tourists from the looks of them. "She'll have to get tired of freaking out sooner or later," he replied, shrugging. "Then..." He trailed off. "I don't know. You're going to have to make it up as you go along."
He blinked as the sugar packet caught him between the eyes, then flicked it back at Faith. "In the greater catagorization of things," he replied. "Ran into each other at an open mic night. Literally. Ended up giving her an education on what went bump in the night and buying her a drink, gentleman that I am." He studied her for a moment. "How'd you meet a comic book hero?"