Foreman glanced across the elevator at House, wondering what he'd make of Foreman's intention. House wasn't the only one who could flirt, although from the way Terzi had dismissed Foreman completely last night, he didn't think he was much of a threat to House. He frowned when House suggested he ask Wilson's advice, wondering if Wilson's seduction strategy was as precisely calculated as his method of telling patients they were dying. Wilson had been right about Lupe in the end, but Foreman didn't believe for a second that there was a perfect solution to how anybody felt. Attraction was messy and unpredictable and usually best when avoided completely.

"Is that what you do?" he asked. "Ask Wilson for advice?" Foreman tensed slightly, because the question had come out a little too honestly--but he wanted to know. Would House and Wilson dissect his every movement, searching out what everything he'd done or said had meant? Foreman frowned and pushed his hands into his pockets as the elevator stopped, and tried to recover. "Because you," he paused, and forced a grin as he looked over his shoulder at House, "don't really have a chance with her, otherwise." Foreman wasn't going to compete with House for Terzi's attention--he'd actually graduated from middle school, thank you--but he figured, with that kind of challenge, House would immediately come on too strongly, and probably drive her away, while Foreman sat back and watched it like a very awkward spectator sport.