[It's amazing how effective a deterrent "you sound like House" can be. Especially when he's had his own very similar experience with the doctor. Beckett grits his teeth, and seethes, and mentally curses normal, but he pulls the curtains off - a measured gesture, trying to make it look like no big deal - and hands them back.]

Fair enough. Your life. I can't force you to think the way I do. But don't tell me I'd have used your death to further my - curiosity. Not me.

[He might have. That's the worry.]