Highly unamused, Misa decides that this is for sure not Lazarus. With a personality like this, if he knew she didn't really have a boyfriend, he definitely would have brought it up by now. So that means... he really is a double. A clone? Something like that. She reaches out to touch his shoulder experimentally.

"Jealous isn't my type," comes her reply, delayed. "I like guys who are mature, and intelligent. And handsome."

So far bizzaro-Lazarus is zero for three.