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He knows he shouldn’t get any thrill out of being lied to. He knows truth should be the holy grail of his existence: he’s a scientist, a physician, a military officer. However, in the middle of the night, sweat dripping from every pore, ecstasy rippling through every nerve, his whole body alive with pleasure, in that moment the truth loses meaning and the lie is all he needs. He’s not the naïve ingénue everyone takes him for. He knows what this could cost him. He has his own lies. He doesn’t need a promise or the truth. He needs now.