He wasn't sure if the presence of the security guard with the waiter made him feel better or more suspicious about his food. Security probably wasn't the happiest with him being in the building, considering his last exit involved taking two guards down when Bernard tried to keep him in the building. It hadn't been anything personal and at least no one had lost toes to firearms that time around.
He eyed his food for a moment before picking up the knife and fork and cutting off a part of the steak. It had a real kick to it, a careful mixture of spices that he hadn't tasted before. Pretty damn good. "That's why they picked me out. I see the world as it is because I don't have a patron alignment."
Lindsey cut off another piece of steak, shaking his head. "Not anymore. I wouldn't have come back to Los Angeles in an anti-Wolfram and Hart fervor if I did."