Second, you're a psychiatrist or whatever, right? So presumably you know how to spot signs of instability in others, like glaring ones, and as Iris' former doctor and Louis', you know about Ian, and the type of guy this fuckhead was, which is to say, a meglomaniacal, psychopathic rapist with all the intelligence of exceptionally keen D. melanogaster. And I assume you know Sam was drugged, kidnapped, and tortured by this guy, like, a couple months ago - even if Louis and Iris never said, because, yk, the fucking news. And because of that happening, and your no doubt ripe years of experience in helping many such victims, you know you shouldn't come on to her, no matter how fucking attractive you find 22-year-old girls. You shouldn't tell her, after informing her of your tryst with her estranged sister (your patient) whose husband it was that fucked her up, that you like her too. And you know it would be an especially bad idea to meet her at a sex club. And even worse to fucking latch onto her neck when she's so fucked up she doesn't know her own name. You, as a doctor, know that she can't give consent in such a situation and that you've now committed what constitutes sexual assault. And I assume you know that after you're socked in the face and sent to the hospital and investigated by the police since your I-was-victimized-by-a-drugged-siren-who-could-hardly-walk-straight-but-who-called-her-boyfriend-and-didn't-tell-me-so-it's-her-fault story didn't pan out, you shouldn't contact Sam and question her about what was probably a very confusing experience for her, then proceed to get her to "fix it." You know that would be bad, don't you? You know that's victim blaming, right? You know that you have now succeeded in making a victimized girl feel it was her fault a fucking creep kissed her neck or whatever in a sex club, right, because she "invited [you]"? Like, we're on the same page here, aren't we? Tell me if I'm wrong.