(Grissom shows Lady Heather a photograph he brought with him)
Grissom: Have you ever seen either of these two people?
Lady Heather: Not the wife, but I have seen the husband.
Grissom: I didn't say they were married.
Lady Heather: It's obvious. Look at the way he's clenching her hand with both of his and leaning toward her. And see how she's twisting away presenting herself to the wealthy alpha male? She's insensitive; he insecure. That's a setup for matrimony, not passion. She wants the dominant male to choose her so she can stop being dominant.
Grissom: You're very good. You could work for me.
Lady Heather: You want to be my boss?
Grissom: You never know. We both might learn something.
Lady Heather: Oh, I'm sure of that. (they both sit at the table) I can read anyone who walks through this door and know their desires. Sometimes even before they do. Why do you think I selected china and table linens?
Grissom: You like fine things.
Lady Heather: Or maybe I knew you'd like them. Same way I know you enjoy most of the superficial trappings of civilization.
Grissom: I'm that obvious, huh?
Lady Heather: Only because you try not to be. You spend your life uncovering what goes on beneath the surface of civility and acceptable behavior. So it's a release for you to indulge in something like high tea when it seems, if only for
a moment, the world really is civilized. (Grissom stays silent) The most telling thing about anyone is what scares them. And I know what you fear more than anything, Mr. Grissom.
Grissom: Which is?
Lady Heather: Being known. You can't accept that I might know what you really desire, because that would mean that I know you. Something, for whatever reason, you spend your entire life making sure no one else does.
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