[Lindsey is familiar enough with art galleries from his time in LA. He even enjoyed them on occasion. This one, however, mostly just brings back bad memories. Dean's and Chris's portraits bring back the worst memories, memories of the holding dimension, of being tortured to death every day for months.
He breaks away and grabs a glass of wine. He's too sober to deal with this. And sees Mal's sketch. The symbolism is readily apparent to someone who's defended demons and vampires in court. He can't completely hide the desire it raises in him. Turning is probably his only hope of ever truly being free from Wolfram and Hart. They owned his soul, not his body. With his soulu gone, he should be free.]
spam
He breaks away and grabs a glass of wine. He's too sober to deal with this. And sees Mal's sketch. The symbolism is readily apparent to someone who's defended demons and vampires in court. He can't completely hide the desire it raises in him. Turning is probably his only hope of ever truly being free from Wolfram and Hart. They owned his soul, not his body. With his soulu gone, he should be free.]
Lucky bitch.