So vexed, in fact, that he heads over to Lila's in the pouring rain, presumably to give her the what-for for fucking up his thing with Rita. She answers the door, and actually says, "Blimey, look at you!" "Blimey," really? Really? What is this, Blackadder? Anyway, once inside, Dexter starts pacing back and forth, and Lila wants to know what's going on. "What's going on? Being 'the new me' sucks! I'm about to be found out at work for what I am, for what I really am, and I can't do anything to stop it because I got kicked out of the office to 'cool off.'" "That seems to be going well for you." Shut up, Lila. Dexter smacks his hands together as if implying that he'd like to back-hand Lila, and says, "Add to that the fact that Rita heard your message and dumped me last night! I tried to explain to her that nothing happened at the hotel, but she wouldn't listen to me. Nobody fucking listens to me!" Whoa. "Listen, you need to calm down," says Lila, not knowing that when someone needs to calm down, the last thing they ever want to hear is that they need to calm down. Dexter gives her that evil look he does so well, but she continues: "The last time I saw you like this, you came back covered in blood." "So?" he says intensely, grabbing her forearms and making her jump back. "You're the one who said I'm supposed to 'feel my feelings.'" "Well, now I'm telling you to get them under control!" He grabs her even harder, and her knees seem to fail a bit. "You don't understand." "Why don't you make me?" At this, he tosses her on to the bed, and pounces on her, grabbing her around the throat as if to choke her. She makes some helpless sounds like she can't breathe, and then they start making out something fierce. And then they pork. It's pretty hot.

Lying in post-coital bliss, their minds kind of blown by what just happened, Dexter says, "Which step was that?" Heh, not bad, Dex. Lila agrees, and giggles a little bit. She has to ruin it by saying, "The naughty one." Oh, do shut up, Porsche! She ruins it even further by asking Dexter what he's thinking. "Absolutely nothing," he says convincingly. "Guess we found a way to quiet the voices in your head." "I guess so." "How do you feel?" "Much better, actually." "I guess I must be a good sponsor after all." Yeah, yeah, we get it. Nice fucking pillow talk. Meh. I mean, that was cool and everything, and I'm surely curious to see where they take this, especially as it relates to Rita, but enough. Thankfully, Dexter gets out of bed and starts putting on his pants, prompting Lila to ask where he's off to. "Still have that thing at work to deal with." Wait that means you guys have been boning for hours. Nice work! I'd expect a little more sweat, considering the humidity you're surrounded by, but hey. Lila tells him to "come back tomorrow. I promise you some serious recovery." Okay, if that kind of innuendo is going to become a regular thing, than this thing we have right here? Isn't going to work. So shut it, Lila.