So far so good, and the rest of the meal passed with pleasant, casual conversation. Lindsey inquired after some of Sam's hobbies, interests, sports, some of which he already knew from files, but a lot of the stuff wasn't actually covered. Despite how thorough Wolfram and Hart were, they didn't exactly know their targets down to their favorite baseball team.

Before long, the meal was finished and Lindsey was enjoying his last glass of wine. The bottle was empty between them, and Lindsey couldn't tell who actually drank more, Sam or himself. But it was a Friday night and, quite honestly, he brought the wine for this reason.

"That was a good meal. I always loved their seafood linguine." He sat back, swirling the bit of golden liquid left in his glass with a sated smile to his face.