After Eve's order, Lindsey slid her menu over and handed them both to the waitress. Once she was back out of ear shot, he turned his attention back to the conversation. It felt like old times, talking over a meal about how best to handle a situation. This wasn't one of their own making but at least they had choices. Good, Evil, or screw 'em all. As much as he liked the last option, it wasn't going to be that helpful this time.
"Right. Considering where-" Lindsey hesitated, unsure of how to approach Eve about what had happened to her. If it had been anyone else, he would've come out and just said it. He couldn't do that with her. "Given past experiences, the idea of Hell on earth isn't a pleasant one to either of us. So I don't see the benefits of joining up with Lilith to make that happen."
He went quiet again as the waitress returned with their coffee. He took his with a barely audible 'thanks', wrapping his hands around the cup to warm up after the walk outside. "Enough of them. It looks like the seal has a desire to collect them all." He frowned thoughtfully. "The AI crew and the Sunnydale gang. Not all of them, but enough." He'd been surprised at the guilt he'd felt when he'd found out Doyle was around. Turns out he wasn't as much the bastard that he liked to think he was.
"Right. We fight when we need to. Otherwise, we stay out of it. My apartment might not be that complex but I don't do too badly. It's safe. Besides, I'd doubt they'd let either of us in there. Turns out trying to kill one of them is a big no-no." He smirked but it lacked any real heart behind it. Lindsey took a drink and set the cup down, shaking his head. "You didn't mess up on that, babe. Angel blindsided us. I didn't even know he had it in him. You couldn't have seen it coming."
He leaned back in the seat, thoughtful. "I haven't wanted to go back," he admitted. "This place is a lot better than Hell and I've got you. What reason would I have for needing to go back?"