They play the game Jane used to play with his father in the circus.
"Okay, pick another person," he says to Lisbon as they wait in line for their popcorn.
She gestures to a couple at the counter. "Tell me a bit about them."
Jane takes five seconds to observe and respond. "They've been married about 15 years, give or take. No kids. And they most likely met at work, or a work-related function, as both are in the airline industry: he's a pilot, and I'm not quite sure what she is yet – wait," he pauses, watching them as the wife slaps her spouse's hand from the chocolate bar he was reaching out for, and directs him toward the theatre. "She's used to being in control, in charge. I'm going to go with air traffic controller."
"How did you figure all of that out so quickly?"
He grins mischievously. "Ah, a magician never reveals his secrets –"
"You're not a magician, you're a charlatan," she says with a smirk.
"– but you get used to observing, and after a while it becomes second nature," he says, shrugging.
"Well, that's talent – I'm pretty impressed."
"Elementary, my dear Lisbon, it's elementary," he says with a wink, and she rolls her eyes.
"Are you sure I'm going to like this?" asks Lisbon as they take their seats near the top of the theatre.
"Absolutely," the consultant says in an uncommonly serious tone. "The Princess Bride is fantastic. It has comedy, drama, romance, adventure, the whole package. I'm actually surprised they're playing it, it's an older movie."
"I know once in a while they play oldies here. Last time I came I saw The Wizard of Oz."
"And when were you here last?"
Lisbon looks a little embarrassed as she answers, "Three years ago."
"Sheesh, I knew you didn't get out much, but three years?"
"Maybe I'm so busy because I have to do double the paperwork now that I work with you."
Jane gives a mock pout. "Ah, you wound me Lisbon."
She grins. "Well, at least I haven't resorted to actual physical violence yet."
"And I'm very thankful for that."
The movie begins, and while Lisbon watches the screen, Jane watches Lisbon. Gone is the tough, no-nonsense persona she embodies at work. She smiles and looks a little wistful when the grandfather pinches his grandson's cheeks, her eyes widen in surprise when Wesley is revealed at the Dread Pirate Roberts, she jumps a little when the R.O.U.S.'s attack.
And when she starts laughing at Fezzik's and Inigo's silly rhyming, Jane knows the night is a success.
He drives her home when the night has ended and walks her to the door. She gives him her rare, radiant smile that Jane had only seen once before when he gave her the pony for her birthday. "Good night, Jane. And thanks, I had fun."
That smile reassures him that he's repaired some of the damage he so often does; that he doesn't have a completely detrimental effect in Teresa Lisbon's life.
The thought makes him happy, and he matches her beaming expression.
"I'm glad. Good night, Lisbon," he says as she closes her door. "And sweet dreams," he softly adds.
He'd wanted to see what she was like outside of the office, when she was allowed to forget about her job and just relax.
He thinks she's beautiful.