You walk into the interrogation room where an individual called Dean Winston is waiting to be interrogated for being at the scene of a recent crime your partners from the FBI were investigating --- he had been caught with an FBI fake ID and arrested, and now his case was under your jurisdiction. The boy, handsome like a devil, looks at you sitting across from him with a grin, and once you're comfortable he says in the most flirty voice possible, "Ah, am I dreaming, agent?"