"Pizza?" There was a strange note to Lindsey's voice when he asked that, like nostalgia mixed with surprised and crossover with guilty pleasure. "I haven't had pizza in a while." Not the greasy, cheap sort anyway. Those were the ones that he grew up on and was staple food for his student days.

"You can play," Lindsey drawled, some of his southern accent slipping through now that he was relaxed and just relaxing. "But you're also being a horrible tease."