House couldn't clear the smirk off his face. This just kept getting better and better. He could tell he was already pushing Foreman, stressing him out easier than he'd hoped. Foreman was reacting strongly--breathing hard, staring at him with as intimidating a look as House had ever seen.
Foreman was right; he was very interested in Thirteen, and he'd been keeping his eye on her, but, so far, all he'd gotten were smiles. No touches. Nothing too incriminating. Of course, if he left the scene with nothing more than he already had, he could still put some pressure on Thirteen later, get her to admit the truth. Just as he was doing to Foreman, although Thirteen might actually be slightly more difficult to pressure than Foreman. Foreman was almost too easy, and he was very interested in what was going on in the car as much as in the restaurant.
He caught on to Foreman's tactic, and he'd expected it, but he refused to take the bait. He wouldn't let Foreman make this about him; this was about Foreman's personal life. "You're the one talking about fucking me, and you're telling me I'm 'not very straight'," House shot back. His mind was suddenly searching his memories, trying to recall something in his time with Foreman that he could use to goad him. He hit on a few interesting recollections, and got right in Foreman's face, making sure he could feel his breath when he spoke.
"So, tell me Foreman," House said, refusing to back down, or out of Foreman's space, putting as much pressure on as possible. "That drug rep, and what's-her-name, the white chick I found out you dated. A way to throw me off track? Not arouse any suspicion?" He stared him down, letting Foreman see just how much fun he planned to have with this new information. "Oh, this is good. Can't wait to spread this news."
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Foreman was right; he was very interested in Thirteen, and he'd been keeping his eye on her, but, so far, all he'd gotten were smiles. No touches. Nothing too incriminating. Of course, if he left the scene with nothing more than he already had, he could still put some pressure on Thirteen later, get her to admit the truth. Just as he was doing to Foreman, although Thirteen might actually be slightly more difficult to pressure than Foreman. Foreman was almost too easy, and he was very interested in what was going on in the car as much as in the restaurant.
He caught on to Foreman's tactic, and he'd expected it, but he refused to take the bait. He wouldn't let Foreman make this about him; this was about Foreman's personal life. "You're the one talking about fucking me, and you're telling me I'm 'not very straight'," House shot back. His mind was suddenly searching his memories, trying to recall something in his time with Foreman that he could use to goad him. He hit on a few interesting recollections, and got right in Foreman's face, making sure he could feel his breath when he spoke.
"So, tell me Foreman," House said, refusing to back down, or out of Foreman's space, putting as much pressure on as possible. "That drug rep, and what's-her-name, the white chick I found out you dated. A way to throw me off track? Not arouse any suspicion?" He stared him down, letting Foreman see just how much fun he planned to have with this new information. "Oh, this is good. Can't wait to spread this news."