"Uh huh." Lindsey looked less than convinced with that. He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest as the waitress appeared with the two plates. Izzy's sandwhich was set down in front of her, Lindsey's in front of him. The smell wafting up from the plate made his stomach growl.
"In addition to you being mature enough, I hear it's parental perogative to decide if their child is ready." He wasn't even sure he was trustworthy enough. Power was power, no matter which form it came in. The intoxication was enough to lure someone in and make it that much harder to go back.
"I'm sure your mother has had a few things to say on the subject."