"I hate this in Dragon Age, I feel like you're going to minus ten disapprove of me if I say the wrong thing. Do I get a do over for the lasagne?" Lincoln asked quiet, a soft smile on his lips as he looked down at Lee. Pressing his lips together he nodded at her assessment and sighed. He'd been well, not nuts by say Roosevelt's standards but how own code definitely.

"I know, I'm sorry I just- I didn't like... It wasn't him, I don't know him but I didn't like the idea of him...." Lincoln replied honestly. He had lost his control a little but he hadn't liked the way the guy was looking at Lee or going to kiss her when he- "... With you. Kissing you."