"Its sex," Phil Resch said.
"sex?"
"Because she -it- was physically attractive. Hasn't that ever happened to you before?" Phil Resch laughed. "We were taught that it constitutes a prime problem in bounty hunting. Dont you know, Deckard, that in the colonies they have android mistresses?"
"What about -not sex- but love?"
"Love is another name for sex."
"Like love of country," Rick said. "Love of music."
"If its love toward a woman or an android imitation, It's sex. Wake up and face yourself, Deckard. You wanted to go to bed with a female type android -nothing more, nothing less. I felt that way, on one occasion. When i had just started bounty hunting. Dont let it get you down; you'll heal. What's happened is that you've got your order reversed. Dont kill her -or be present when she's killed -and then feel physically attracted. Do it the other way."
Rick stared at him. "Go to bed with her first-"
"-and then kill her," Phil Resch said sussinctly. His grainy, hardened smile remained.