Foreman rolled his eyes as the elevator doors opened and he got on. He could happily do without House leering over the woman. Yeah, she was attractive. Foreman knew that; he had eyes. She also--from what he had seen--had a cool, almost haughty confidence. She looked like she could snap House in half. Somehow, Foreman wouldn't be surprised if that's what House liked about her. Stacy Warner had been warm and friendly to him, Chase, and Cameron, but the flash of steel had been clear every time she'd battled with House.

"Too bad you just didn't go past lockdown and bail someone out, if you didn't actually need a doctor," Foreman said. House's taunts still bothered him, but it was old anger and was easy to swallow. "And thanks. I know I'm going to forget all about that the day you stop bringing it up." That was one way Foreman had of judging whether he was getting to House--the older and more stale the insult, the more rattled House was. House was comparing him with Terzi, implicitly putting Foreman on the same level as a woman he found attractive and enjoyed flirting with. Obviously he and House had gone a lot farther than flirting, but this morning neither of them had acted like it was something to ignore or dismiss. There hadn't even been a suggestion that they stop. Maybe House considered it a given, that Foreman would keep hitting on him even if House tried to pick up someone else.

He could disabuse House of that idea pretty quickly. "You're right, House," he said, after just enough of a pause to show he'd been thinking about it. "She's gorgeous. Maybe after you insult her one time to many, I'll have to make sure she's still happy. It's my job to keep the team working smoothly. How does Wilson do it? With a bottle of wine and some good intentions?"