We were quiet for a few moments. Then she said, "You were right. I wouldn't have reacted so sharply if what you were saying were untrue. These are things I've been thinking about a lot, and I haven't been as honest with myself as you just were." She reached out and took my hand. She squeezed it hard. "Thank you." I felt an odd confluence of emotions: satisfaction that my manipulation was working; sympathy because of what she was struggling with; self-reproach for taking advantage of her naiveté. And beneath it all, I was still attracted to her. I was uncomfortably aware of the touch of her hand.
( Barry Eisler )
[ A Lonely Resurrection ]
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