The sound of House crashing into something--and his reappearance from the bathroom, nursing a bump on his head--was all the encouragement Foreman needed. He hadn't had this much fun at House's expense since House had gone crazy trying to convince him he hadn't changed after the naegleria. He hadn't actually had this much fun in New York, period. He faltered a bit at House's next words, but bluffing had never failed him before.

"Yeah, House, I've dated women," he said, pouring all the disdainful confidence into his voice that he could muster. "So I know what it's like."

He shook his head. "And since when have you ever needed proof? You treat on a hunch all the time. What are you going to do, track Thirteen down on her date?"