"First you'd have to be rational," he pointed out, "then I'd actually be hindering the rationality." His hand moved towards the coffee cup but when she got started on the sleeping part, it switched directions to point lazily at her. "Somehow I think I'll manage not to," he replied dryly. There was no way in hell that it would happen, barring a mystical spell in which he wasn't in control of his own actions. Lindsey's nose wrinkled slightly as he finally picked up the mug.
"What kind of people do you hang out with?" He managed to keep some humor in his voice but honestly he was starting to worry about her choices in men. He was sure even he wasn't that bad. "Maybe you are better off with a woman, even if she did freak out and run away the first time." Lindsey took a drink of coffee.
"All right, that's both of the sexes," he argued back, frowning slightly. "Don't go pinning ulterior motives all on us." The waitress failed to stifle her giggle as she walked by with a freshly brewed cup of coffee, Lindsey rolling his eyes behind her back.
"No, I'm a good little boy." He snorted. Lindsey wasn't sure if he should have been amused or annoyed that Faith used the same line of reasoning that Cathy had. "...that's what she said," he grumbled quietly. "I am who I am, labels be damned. I just happen to know what I've done and what I'm willing to do, they sure as hell won't be slapping a 'good' stamp on me anytime soon." He smirked. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
She was right though. The idea of Cathy running afoul another vampire or getting hurt or, some deity forbid, killed hurt a hell of a lot and wasn't even something he was willing to contemplate. Damn emotions.
"Ice cream in a cemetery?" Lindsey chuckled. "That's so quaint. Perfect place for a first date."