Foreman snorted at House's claim. No doubt he could do something amazingly irritating between here and the hospital, but Foreman would already know that he was only doing it for the effect. That idea was annoying on its own--that House would deliberately try to frustrate him for the sake of their cover story, and take complete satisfaction in doing it. But the actions themselves, whatever House decided to do, wouldn't be half as infuriating if Foreman not only knew that House was planning it, but also knew why.

"What are you going to do, jerk off while I'm driving?" he said. House wasn't thinking up ways to frustrate him, he was coming out with ways to make him horny. Jesus. If tickling was one way to make House drive off the road, then having House sitting next to him, his pants open and shoved low while he worked his hand over his dick was a surefire way to make Foreman crash. He'd have his eyes glued to the show. He didn't know if House was trying to turn him on or if that really was his idea of a plan, but Foreman wasn't going to let him get away with it without pushing back. Every time he'd told House what he wanted, what he liked, he got to see the slight widening of House's eyes. Apparently the man had an excellent imagination, and Foreman loved putting it to work. "You couldn't come on my seats if I was sucking you off."