The doctor had excellent hearing. You had to, here. So the four words were filed as neatly and orderly as everything in the bins of Dr. Crane's mind. Vast reams of data on just about everybody right in his skull, and the file on Ms. Reaves was finally growing. Archetypes? No, not Jungian nonsense from the deep of her subconscious or the festering pit of her Id - She wasn't hypnotized by the flickering flame, and he'd never believe she was. There was a fascinating strength to what was left of her mind. She was mesmerized though, at least to the point of it triggering some stubborn memories. The way she suddenly became animated was deeply interesting to Crane and he chose to encourage it. Perhaps there was hope after all. Not for her, all of that had been abandoned upon entering, but at least for his studies. Some doctors would have jumped for joy, some would have rushed to tell colleagues. Dr. Crane reveled at the thrill of this little door-mouse suddenly turning the role of temptress, although surely not in the way that Baby Doll would have preferred. He let her hand sit by the pulse of his heart, let her feel it quicken. He flared the sharp tilt of his nostrils to show his own recognizable response and unable to help it, threw back his head and laughed heartily. Recovering he smiled warmly at his new patient and said, "I'm sorry, it's just... Been so long since I've been able to really help." He allowed himself to shift into one of his own roles to play. Vulnerable, bookish psychiatrist, lonely for company among all this rabble. "It just made me realize how different, blessedly different I suppose," he stammered, awkwardly, shoving around those glasses again, "it is to be feel like I can really help, not just hear the horror show stories some of the patients have. You are a welcome sight for my sore eyes indeed." He smiled at her hand and then at her gentle eyes, staring at that tongue. Not that for a second the sight of such bare, human protestations triggered anything remotely like lust - He was only vaguely cognizant of such functionality at all, his own hungers being much... Subtler, and mental in nature. Pure fear, the greatest, most intoxicating climax of all. The shudder of terror as a mind snapped was the single most intimate connection one could ever have and what had truly thrown Dr. Crane into an uncontrolled laugh was that he would get to experience it with a mind such as hers. It was coming, soon. He could feel it, the relief flooding warm into his core. And when he'd just about given up hope too. She was opening up to him, allowing him to see some part of her that few got to see. It was enough. At least he prayed it was. It had been so damned long since somebody new had met his mask.
"Yes," he smiled again, wide enough to distort his angular face into something akin to a shadow of itself, distorted against the flickering lights of the corridor. He had noticed her studying his face... She would get to meet the real one very soon indeed. Taking her hand off of his chest and patting it reassuringly, giving it a slightly suggestive squeeze before letting it go, trying to appear reluctant about having to do so. "There is a room I use for counseling sessions where... The utmost privacy is requested. Or demanded by the state. I had to give it up for awhile, given that it's the only functioning maximum security isolation cell for solitary confinement and we needed someplace to store a fascinating fellow with a fondness for playing cards and knives, but he's out now somewhere, and his departure has made it free again for my use. You will find it to be quite... Free of outside distraction. I use it when the utmost focus is demanded for," he blushed and tried to look a little smirky about it without being overtly so, like a child caught having to explain about something naughty. He wanted her comfortable, wanted her to truly believe in her own power over him. It would make the rape of her mind so much sweeter in the end. "For you know, rather um, intense therapy sessions, Ms. Reaves. They can be... Very life-changing."