"As long as you send me presents."

She doesn't believe him. For a man who can write eloquent screeds about justice and republicanism, for the guy who's convinced her to look outside herself despite how it makes her want to squirm, he can't convince her about his emotions for shit.

"I'm asking you as a friend, you know, not as your Mentee. I know you'll do right by me and the District."

There's a log on the beach that makes an attractive bench. She leads him towards it.