Lindsey snorted. "Nah, prolly just a toe," he said.
Where? Lindsey looked from the sword to Zee's face, then back.
"That'd be tellin'," he said. He took a sip of his coffee. After spending God knew how long in Hell dimension, getting his heart cut out every day, then arriving here... it'd be nice to trust someone with everything again. It'd be nice to find someone to fill the empty spot Eve left, and Darla left.
Lindsey just wasn't sure. He could try it, and see how it went. Cover himself in tattoos if things got strange. Hide again.
"I honestly don't know which country I was in at the time. That part gets hazy, and so do borders. Master swordsmen taught me the moves. A shaman taught me the rest."