However inviting his hold on her might've been, Eric's glance backwards didn't inspire confidence. Was he worried someone would see them? That'd work out great, a pair that didn't dare reveal itself to the world. Did he expect more laughter at their-- his-- expense? They weren't a joke, but skulking around like they were worthy of embarrassment, like they had this afternoon, would make everyone think so.

Maybe he was thinking of House, for reasons beyond potential mockery. That Amber could understand. But the way House had reacted to their relationship, like it was an especially entertaining soap plot taking place right in front of him, Amber didn't think he’d mind them being together. He'd have fired her by now if it were a problem, right? But she was sure Eric had his own ideas about how House would take it. They could talk about it. Come up with a joint strategy, if need be. Amber loved a good strategy. While she normally planned and carried them out solo, it may be time to learn how to work with others.

For now, Amber slid her hand so that she clasped Eric’s. "I'm a fan of dinner." Dinner would be perfect: she hadn't eaten properly since breakfast, running mostly on coffee and determination. Better, they could talk. Exchange ideas. Flirt. And, should things go well between them, get the energy for greater physical exertions than holding hands in the freezing cold. "I'm not dressed right for Ma Cabane, but I've heard good things about a new Fusion Food restaurant downtown."