"So, I was thinking maybe instead of going out for our segundo encontro, data you would allow me to make you a quiet jantar at my place instead."
"Well, I don't know if..."
"Wow, you don't take your time do you? I mean one encontro, data and you think you've got an all access pass to ride the S.S. Cuddy."
"House, what the hell are you doing?" Cuddy yelled as she watched the diagnostician abruptly sit down and begin eating from her plate.
"I'm having lunch. I mean how much mais obvious can it be."
"This was a lunch between Lisa and me. I don't remember sending you an invitation."
"Oh, I never get invited to Cuddy's dates. Where would the fun in that be? The best part is seeing that little line form in her forehead when I crash the party. Kind of like the one forming now."
"I'm sorry, Paul. House isn't skilled when it comes to atuação like an adult."
"I can tell,"Paul said as he smacked House's hand away from his plate.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you that sharing is caring,"House said as he started sipping from Cuddy's coke.
"I'm sure you have some clinic hours to finish unless you would like me to add some more, or would you like to be on cama pan duty again?"
"Cuddy, you know what I would like to do..."
"Okay, Lisa maybe we should finish lunch somewhere, anywhere else but here," Paul the P.I. said as he held out his hand for her to take.
"That's sounds lovely. House, do not follow me."
"Who said I would. You want to believe that I would follow you. Hell, you want me to follow you."
"Don't follow me," she repeated without hesitation.
House watched as Cuddy took Paul's hand and began to walk toward the doorway. He saw Paul lean into her, whispering something in her ear. Whatever he said it was enough to not only make her giggle but to cling closer to him as they disappeared from the room.
House gripped his cane firmer. He rarely heard her giggle like that. He noted that she seemed less self-conscious about the public displays of affection than he would have expected. At least he didn't have to see them kiss or anything. He cringed at the thought of Cuddy and funny looking P.I. kissing. She couldn't really like this guy. Could she?
"Well, I don't know if..."
"Wow, you don't take your time do you? I mean one encontro, data and you think you've got an all access pass to ride the S.S. Cuddy."
"House, what the hell are you doing?" Cuddy yelled as she watched the diagnostician abruptly sit down and begin eating from her plate.
"I'm having lunch. I mean how much mais obvious can it be."
"This was a lunch between Lisa and me. I don't remember sending you an invitation."
"Oh, I never get invited to Cuddy's dates. Where would the fun in that be? The best part is seeing that little line form in her forehead when I crash the party. Kind of like the one forming now."
"I'm sorry, Paul. House isn't skilled when it comes to atuação like an adult."
"I can tell,"Paul said as he smacked House's hand away from his plate.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you that sharing is caring,"House said as he started sipping from Cuddy's coke.
"I'm sure you have some clinic hours to finish unless you would like me to add some more, or would you like to be on cama pan duty again?"
"Cuddy, you know what I would like to do..."
"Okay, Lisa maybe we should finish lunch somewhere, anywhere else but here," Paul the P.I. said as he held out his hand for her to take.
"That's sounds lovely. House, do not follow me."
"Who said I would. You want to believe that I would follow you. Hell, you want me to follow you."
"Don't follow me," she repeated without hesitation.
House watched as Cuddy took Paul's hand and began to walk toward the doorway. He saw Paul lean into her, whispering something in her ear. Whatever he said it was enough to not only make her giggle but to cling closer to him as they disappeared from the room.
House gripped his cane firmer. He rarely heard her giggle like that. He noted that she seemed less self-conscious about the public displays of affection than he would have expected. At least he didn't have to see them kiss or anything. He cringed at the thought of Cuddy and funny looking P.I. kissing. She couldn't really like this guy. Could she?