Foreman's reaction afforded House at least some satisfaction; he wasn't even annoyed when Foreman stumbled enough to step on his foot. House was about to lean to the side and reach for one of the chopped vegetables on Foreman's cutting board when Foreman spun around to take hold of his wrists. Well, that was a way to kick up his annoyance level. That, and the fact that Foreman had a wide smile pulling across his face. The taunt just made it worse, and House felt his defenses kicking up. Christ, over some damn shampoo. Next time he came over here, or maybe even before he left, he was getting his own.

House shifted his weight to his right, tried to plant himself and wriggle his wrists out of Foreman's grip. He scowled at Foreman and his stupid-ass comment. "Maybe I'd take you seriously if it wasn't like I was talking to the damn Cheshire Cat. Let me go."