[He doesn't react -- he knows that's what Kavinsky wants, a reaction. A distraction. Deflecting the brunt of their conversation with flirtatious retort. Kavinsky was glib, possessed a need for constant stimulation, manipulative, apparently remorseless, impulsive, and enacted a shallow affect.

It was the grandiose sense of self-worth that Chilton found lacking. That was essential to work on.]

Do you think it appropriate for me to engage in sexual relations with my patients?

[Not that Chilton thought it was inappropriate, but that was well beside the point -- extraneous information that wouldn't play into this specific gambit. He leaned forward, hands folded together and elbows on the pristine metal table they share.]

Regardless -- [his voice dropped to a whisper.] Of how charming they are?

[As if he could consider it, as if it was a temptation.]