It was almost adoreable, the workaholic thing, she'd always found it facinating. She had set the table, candles and fancy table settings, it wasn't like she got to entertain much anymore. And this was Lindsey.
"Well being smarter than Angel, not entirely hard" she joked, sitting down at the table.
"You need that rush don't you. I saw you in the run up to screwing Angel over, everything with Spike, pretending to be Doyle. You loved every second of it didn't you."
And there he went again, talking about the possibility, of breaking away, it bothered her, more than she would ever let on.
"Lindsey don't. Just don't. You know as well as I do breaking away from them, it won't work, not for me"