It’s almost like she’s put in a situation alike to prostitution - she has to do whatever physical stuff is required for necessary personal gain - although in this case, the benefit is knowledge (in the long run) rather than financial. Lizzie’s poor face screams dread, and you can almost feel how sick-to-the-stomach she is.
And now for the hard part, kid. It’s clear that you and Castle have something real. And you’re fighting it. But trust me, putting the job ahead of your heart is a mistake. Risking our hearts is why we’re alive. The last thing you want is to look back on your life and wonder if only.