"Ah, so that's that genesis." Lanie's a good friend to Beckett and it stood to reason that the two women would have bonded over a crispy corpse or two. You had to have levity in those kinds of situations.

He nods, the movement coaxing her thumb into the cuff of his collar. "You're also auditory," he tells her. "Sounds, words, music. What you hear turns you on, as opposed to what you see, which is the way it is with men. You're functioning on a whole other, much more developed level. Vision is largely a superficial process. Sound, on the other hand," he passes the tips of his fingers between her shoulder blades, "well, that's internal. It's inside you. It has resonance and depth."