Lois Lane had real human skin, it turned out. And it was soft. Lindsey shook her hand firmly and gave her a slight smile.
Have you had a chance to look over the file?
Lindsey gestured to the chair opposite his desk and nodded. People weren't exactly beating down his door for representation, though he did have enough on his plate to keep busy.
He dug his hands into his pockets and leaned on the side of his desk. "It's a little bit stupid," he said. There was a chuckle. He'd defended journalists before, at Wolfram and Hart. Those guys HAD been defaming character--usually with the backing of one of the sorcerers from the third floor. But most journalists never actively set out to hurt people with what they wrote. And that was what the idiot suing Lois would have to prove in court: her intent.
"I read your piece," he said. "Guy doesn't look too great in it, sure, but he probably should've though about how his actions made 'em look in the first place. Most slander and libel suits come out in favor of the defendant."