"Only when there are balls that need busting." Amber paused for a moment, considering. "Which is pretty often, actually." House's, for starters, and, oh, how she'd love to bust them. But his were off limits; the best she could hope for was to kiss his ass. She shook her head to free herself of the mental image. She had to stop thinking of work!

Amber's eyebrows shot up. "Well. Your reward will have to be very special, won't it." She'd have slept with him even if he'd had to guess at every specialty in the book... well, no, probably not, that'd get boring and she'd have ditched him. Still, Eric could've made several wrong guesses, and she'd still have slept with him. He got it right on his first try, and that certainly deserved its reward, even if she hadn't already promised one. Amber was a woman of her word (when she wasn't lying to suit her own purposes, that was).

She'd have to figure out what it was Eric most wanted, and from all their interactions so far, she suspected it'd be compatible with her own tastes. His invitation for a dance would be a perfect way to find out. She rose wordlessly, her body already singing in anticipation of moving in tandem with another person. She led Eric by the hand to the dance floor; there, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hips swaying to the melody.

Eric looked better still up close. Smelled good, too. The edges of her mouth curved upwards; she hadn't felt this alive and free since who knew when.