Amber shrugged. There wasn't really anything to apologize for, and it was a fair question. She might've asked it of him, if their situations had been reversed. She would've wondered before, because a true winner always has a backup in case Plan A doesn't work out, but she hadn't wanted to psyche herself out by developing plans B and onward. "It's okay, I just don't want to think about it."

He slipped his leg along hers, rubbing softly, and Amber couldn't not react, her motion automatic. She pressed back against him, even as she realized that he was trying to calm her down, turn her away from the fact that he'd asked an awkward question. Well. He certainly was able to illicit physical reactions from her. But that he could get to her viscerally, that was why she'd flirted with him and asked him out, wasn't it? Her attraction to him was how they'd ended up here.

His anecdote worked to distract her where the touch hadn't, though. Amber leaned forward, her hands clasping over the table. "Wow, I'd almost not believe that, but it is House. Do Chase and Cameron have criminal records, too?" Amber briefly pondered stealing, so as to add "theft" on her resumé, but discarded the idea, since she couldn't practice medicine from jail. It’d be taking the lesson too literally, anyway. "And, wait, you committed a felony?" She thought of Eric's pristine image and grace, how hard he worked to maintain his composure. "That actually explains a lot."