At the mention of his soul still being owned by the Senior Partners, Lindsey stuck out his tongue and made a sound of derision. He'd like to see them try to reach either of them here. He didn't doubt that they would collide with what Lilith and her brood wanted, which would have led to a new kind of war to be stuck in the middle of. "Souls are overrated anyway. People can be the worst of humanity even with one in place." He silently agreed with Eve's assessment. It would be annoying.
There wasn't going to be an end to thinking about it, not until he'd staked the bastard and stomped over his dust, but he nodded quietly. "No longer thinking about it." He leaned back as the waitress arrived, setting dishes and mugs in front of them. The smell of his meal wafted up from the plate, making his stomach growl. He picked up the small container of syrup and slathered the pancakes in them.
"I'll get you a fake ID," he said as he offered her the syrup. "There are a few places around here that pay under the table. Those that don't, you can fake a resume."