Keppler: You ever see a cat playing with a mouse? Point isn't to kill the mouse, just to keep the game going.
Catherine: I'm guessing you have cats.
Keppler: No, I just like the metaphor. Same game every time. Cat comes home, leaves its kill on the door step.
Catherine: He's done this before. I'm with 'ya there.
Keppler: So what got our cat's attention this time? Around puberty, guys fixate on a certain appearance that turns them on. Tall, skinny; short, red hair...(Catherine stares at him) whatever floats your boat. It's imprinted. Hard to let go of.
Catherine: Okay, so we know what his type is and we know what he likes to do with 'em.