[Dio's brow quirks as he easily picks up on how the man seems to drift off for the moment.]

Pays well too, I presume.

[He wasn't certain that he bought the idea of 'putting something good into society', but who was he to argue. They'd only just met, and all Dio could gather from this personality was that it was a very cold one, and he could almost see him calculating in the silences between words.

Dio prided himself on being able to read others, but he didn't assume either.]

I suppose not every patient of yours can be lucid. Still, I imagine the ones who 'ought to have known better' had their own twisted reasons for whatever it is that they got up to in order to lead them to your office.

But that's the job of a psychiatrist, isn't it? To see those twisted desires and try to un-twist them?