Foreman paused in his brushing when Amber turned towards him, all the intent that he'd been hiding glowingly obvious in her eyes. He raised his eyebrow in answer, and leaned in to the kiss she dropped on his cheek. He nearly had to swallow all the toothpaste in his mouth as he watched her walk away--damn, but Amber could walk away. Only once she was out of sight did he spit into the sink and rinse his mouth. He rolled on his anti-perspirant and used his cologne, then followed Amber back to the bedroom. Probably for the best that he'd taken that extra minute, otherwise he would've trapped her against a wall before she'd gotten her clothes on and thoroughly distracted her from anything as mundane as going to work.

But she was half-dressed by the time he found her. Foreman pulled on boxers and socks from his gym bag, then the rest of his suit from the dry-cleaner's garment bag. "Sure, toast," he said. "Thanks." If House was on the candidates' cases right away, Foreman would take the time to get Amber a coffee a little later in the morning, hopefully not in front of all the others. Coffee didn't count as favouritism unless the people watching were already jealous as hell. It might earn him another smouldering look and a kiss on the cheek, though, and hell, Foreman didn't need to hear a bunch of bitching from people who'd likely be cut from House's game before the day was over.

He finished buttoning his shirt and knotting his tie. Before he went to the kitchen, he picked up his stranded clothes from last night from the living room, stuffing them in with his gym gear. It'd all need dry-cleaning anyway. And he wasn't going to come over to Amber's place and leave it a disaster behind him. He had everything ready to go; they were in his car again, so Amber at least could relax and eat breakfast while he drove. If he ended up with a few bites of cold toast, at least he'd have more freedom to do something about it once they reached the hospital.