The tone changes dramatically as we go to Lila in her loft. She's painting a big painting of Dexter's face, looking demonic in lots of reds and blacks. Cool. As much as I hate her, that's a pretty cool painting. I'd love one of myself looking that bad-ass.
Deb is sitting on Lundy's lap, tying his tie for him as he instructs her. "I'm gonna be late!" he says. "So what? The case is closing." "I know, but we still need confirmation on Doakes's body." "And if it's him?" "Then it's over." "The case, not us, right?" Lundy says there's still plenty of work to do, and Deb says, "So, we've still got time?" "Plenty." They both get up and get dressed, and Deb says, "Time enough for a vacation?" "Now you're talking!" Deb's hoping for a tropical getaway, which is weird since she already lives in Miami. After she daydreams aloud about a "tiny bikini," Lundy says, "How 'bout a parka?" "A what?" "I've had my fill of heat. No more heat. You'd look great in a parka." He mentions a place called Lake Ipawash: "Wonderful ice-fishing. Very romantic." "Fine, book it. Let's just go!" says Deb as they leave the apartment together, arm-in-arm. Aw, they're cute, guys. I'm still totally okay with this relationship.