"Lisbon's here, by the way," Jane says. "I'll let you guess whether she's really here or it's just part of the scenario."

A pause.

"She's actually there, isn't she?"

"I'm not going to tell you. Take all the fun out of guessing. You're not a fan of voyeurism?"

Oh my God, Lisbon mouths from across the room, what are you talking about?

"I'm not a fan of being watched."

"Interesting clarification," Jane says, stirring his tea.

"Psychoanalysis," Cho says. "That's erotic. About on the same level as calling this a 'scenario'."

"All right," Jane says, after taking a sip. "Where were we?"

"Lisbon still there?"

Jane looks up at Lisbon over the rim of his teacup. "She can't have left if she was never really here, can she?"

Which isn't technically a lie. What Cho doesn't know won't hurt him.

"I was halfway through unbuttoning your shirt."

"Why are you unbuttoning my shirt, anyway?" Jane asks, taking another sip of tea and settling himself more comfortably against the cushions. "Where's the romance in that? No ripping my shirt off, unable to control yourself, and flinging it over the branches of the tree?"

Lisbon is gaping at him. He makes a 'close your mouth' gesture.

"You hate it when your clothes get damaged," Cho says. "And I thought we were on Lisbon's desk."

"I think we should be in a tree. Let's be in a tree. The boss's office is such a cliché."

"I think that would probably be uncomfortable."

"It'll be fine. Come on."

"All right," Cho says. "But if we're climbing trees, I'm putting my pants back on."

"We're already up there. Lisbon's desk is in the tree."

"My desk is where?"

There is a pause.

"That was Lisbon, wasn't it?" Cho asks.

"Oh, hey, Lisbon!" Jane says, with an affected start.

Lisbon stares at him.

"I'm not sure this is going to work," says Cho.