"So ... what happens if Tseng starts ... acting just like the President did?" she asked, hesitantly. Still curling her fingers around his.

She considered the rest of it, still leaning back against his door. "... No. It didn't help. It ... I felt like you'd lied to me. Like ... you knew I wouldn't go out with you if I knew what you really did, so you were just gonna skip that. That ... bugged me. A lot."