Lindsey's face held something of a scowl, but he nodded and walked over to Lorne.
The demon took a final drink of his Sea Breeze and sighed.
"Other than impersonating that little girl from Poltergeist, all I can say is that you and Lois? There's a thing there. I can't see what, and I can't see how, but she's going to get involved in this with you. And you are not Superman." He glared. "Do not get her killed."
"When you said 'they,' you mean...."
"Oh come on. You had to have some idea of their reach." Lorne pointed to one of the more visible tattoos. "You knew they could manipulate dimensions. And while I'm not entirely sure we're talking about... what we're talking about... I'm pretty sure. Because when I can't see all the details, something is MAKING it so I can't see the details."
Lindsey's heart stopped. But at least, today, it was in his chest.
"I hope for your sake you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve and you're really, really going good. Because I cannot and will not stand for you getting their backing, bub."
Now Lindsey glared, and grunted, but he didn't waste his breath. Lorne had a point, and it wasn't his kind of thing to shoot the messenger.
He got up from the table after another minute and went back to Lois, ordering a double first.
He gave her a slightly fake smile, unsure what to say.