Now that was an-- interesting comment. It wasn't an act when Amber mirrored House's eyebrow raise. She leaned forward. House couldn't be remarking on the inevitable boringness from personal experience; Eric had kept information from her, but he'd never lied. Not once had he dropped even the slightest hint he'd had any kind of sexual history with House going. So either House was pulling shit from thin air, which was more than likely, or-- he was speaking from someone else's experience. He'd known Eric for years, had probably seen him through a relationship or two. Maybe even more.
Amber refused to let her interest show through, though. If House knew how badly she wanted to know more about Eric's past girls, he'd take advantage of that for all that she was worth. She might as well lay all her cards on the table, since she'd have forfeited any possibility of winning. Whatever "winning" here meant. If she ever wanted to know about Eric’s relationship history, she’d have to ask him herself… if she had the courage to hear what he might say.
House’s comment about the locker room gossip proved he had no direct experience with Eric falling back into sexual routine. Or maybe that was the joke. Trying to keep House's "facts" straight was like building a maze to nowhere. Better to just assume everything was a blatant lie. So Amber only smiled enigmatically, neither conforming nor denying.
If Amber let herself think about it, she'd wonder how strange it was that, in the car with Eric, she'd burned with anger at the thought that the others would assume she was sleeping with him for her own self-gain. Yet here she was, feeding House those very notions. It just felt safer. If that's what House wanted to see, if it got him excited, keep him that way. At this rate, he wouldn't fire her or demand that she chose the job over Eric.
She'd been expecting House to throw a meaner punch, so her only physical reaction to his accusation was a deeper, sharper breath. At first it wasn't anything bad, nothing beyond what she'd been implying so far: that she was fucking Eric for a material reward. The bit about Eric not being surprised, that was more worrying, but it was probably a lie. House had been bullshitting her so far, no reason to think he'd chosen just now to spit out the truth. Amber had so many more reasons to trust Eric; he hadn't failed her, last night, when she'd needed him. He'd read her right. So he should be able to read her now, know that she had his back. "I am better than that." This came out colder, because she meant it. "I do what's right, and he knows that."
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Amber refused to let her interest show through, though. If House knew how badly she wanted to know more about Eric's past girls, he'd take advantage of that for all that she was worth. She might as well lay all her cards on the table, since she'd have forfeited any possibility of winning. Whatever "winning" here meant. If she ever wanted to know about Eric’s relationship history, she’d have to ask him herself… if she had the courage to hear what he might say.
House’s comment about the locker room gossip proved he had no direct experience with Eric falling back into sexual routine. Or maybe that was the joke. Trying to keep House's "facts" straight was like building a maze to nowhere. Better to just assume everything was a blatant lie. So Amber only smiled enigmatically, neither conforming nor denying.
If Amber let herself think about it, she'd wonder how strange it was that, in the car with Eric, she'd burned with anger at the thought that the others would assume she was sleeping with him for her own self-gain. Yet here she was, feeding House those very notions. It just felt safer. If that's what House wanted to see, if it got him excited, keep him that way. At this rate, he wouldn't fire her or demand that she chose the job over Eric.
She'd been expecting House to throw a meaner punch, so her only physical reaction to his accusation was a deeper, sharper breath. At first it wasn't anything bad, nothing beyond what she'd been implying so far: that she was fucking Eric for a material reward. The bit about Eric not being surprised, that was more worrying, but it was probably a lie. House had been bullshitting her so far, no reason to think he'd chosen just now to spit out the truth. Amber had so many more reasons to trust Eric; he hadn't failed her, last night, when she'd needed him. He'd read her right. So he should be able to read her now, know that she had his back. "I am better than that." This came out colder, because she meant it. "I do what's right, and he knows that."