How did you feel, Teresa? Ask yourself, then answer you. It isn't so difficult, is it?
How did you feel, Teresa? When you were keeping up your favourite consultant, how did you feel? Was it like when you danced together?
No, it wasn't.
That time, he was "that mean, cold-hearted guy..." and all the shit there.
Tonight he was Patrick. Just Patrick. That it was getting support from you, dead drunk for that work undercover.
He choose you, Teresa. Not Cho, nor Rigsby. You. How did you feel?
You weren't scared because of he wasn't himself. You didn't fear him as you did with your dad. He will never hurt you. Because he told you, that he will save you. And someone who promise something like that, who promise he will not hurt you, will never do harm.
So, no, you weren't distressed.
Maybe was it pity? For this man who had to face a sort of examination from the fat clammy, even if he wasn't able to understand and answer?
No. No, Teresa. Stop telling you lies.
We both know how did you feel, what was there, in your stomach.
Butterflies.