For the first time in the conversation, his expression was genuine. Slight confusion. "Do I - Did I have a table?" he asked. Consistently at his desk for dinner or outside of the firm, he hadn't really taken advantage of the kitchen. When he'd been in the penthouse, he'd either been too tired or too preoccupied to care much about the place.
"Once in a while, they consult with me. I've helped them a few times." And those few times, from fighting the dracuvamps to helping liberate one of Alistair's earthbound Hells, had been a rush. There had been revisions to his opinions on the "good" side, once he'd gotten away from Angel and his lofty views. "I tell them what they need to know."
Lindsey shrugged, unconcerned. "We all get along just fine. I don't have a complaint about any of my relationships. They respect me, I respect them. Can't ask for more than that."