Is there a cognitive attraction, then? Some unity of intellect that’s pressing down on her more basic desires? She doesn’t think so. No. The way he presents himself, the sense he gives of who he is, is utterly uninteresting to her. His way of being in the world is indicative of a casual ease with the exercise of authority that borders in her mind on wicked—and yet she somehow feels he’s attentive, a good conversationalist, that there’s something below the surface of him that she could like. He’s helpful. She wants to see more of him.