Foreman scoffed. So House was telling him don't ask again. He was probably waiting for Foreman to get pissed off and corner him like he had in the locker rooms. Well, Foreman wasn't always going to be the pursuer. There had to be some appeal on House's side, some sense that what Foreman wanted was reciprocated. Foreman liked throwing his weight around, but he didn't want to be forever making the first move. "You act dismissive and then you're surprised that I don't lap it up and ask for more," he said. "First-class logic there, House."

His sarcasm shattered when House brought Jake's name into it. Foreman kept up his stare, not able to deny it, but hoping that all he showed was So what? "I don't care about your boyfriend," he said. He pressed his lips together, his face heating, his anger coming back in waves. He cared about House making him look like an idiot with one hand down his shorts. If he was going to make an idiot of himself, the least House could do was be affected. "You were interested tonight," he said, sneering, throwing House's words back at him, and then he bit down on anything else that might slip out. About whether he was good enough to keep House's interest. Which he certainly didn't seem to be. He stepped out of House's way, leaving the path free to the door, raising an eyebrow as if to say, You're so good at walking away, so go right ahead.