Lindsey'd argue that. Heart cut out by a demon every day with no one to tell was pretty fucking awful.
... chunks of your soul...
Lindsey smiled, a slightly smug smile.
"S'nice of ya to think I still have one," he said.
It sounded like she wanted to do it. And it really sounded like she was going to keep bringing it up until he let her do it. "You wanna just hit me with a truck instead?" he joked.
He took another sip of the coffee and just nodded. He wasn't going to be able to stop her, and he did honestly want the help. More importantly, he wasn't fool enough to try to stop her.