"I don't need to. I know what you wouldn't do for him." House gripped his cane a shade tighter, his palm sweating lightly, although he showed nothing but indifference to Amber's approach. She was deflecting; on the defensive. Answering his playful question with nothing but the obvious. Oh, right, he'd had his chance to have his penis bitten off by the finest specimen of vagina dentata to ever cross his path. Not really his loss. Foreman was probably a eunuch by now.
As for this little argument--Amber wasn't really worth it. House didn't deny that she could give him results. He'd yet to see if she could put the case in front of everything, and that included her little fling with Foreman. It also included ahead of her own ambitions. The moment hadn't come to test that theory yet. Maybe it wouldn't. As long as it didn't, House was content to have her around, but if she pushed him, he was more than willing to fire her for no better reason than because she pushed him. The urge to casually drop a "you're fired" in the face of Amber's spirited defense was strong, but no, he'd rather see it play out during a case. Whatever Cuddy thought, he was picking the best minions possible. His methods were sound.
Foreman was the one who was in his way. Whatever mockery of control Foreman had over him--not much, since he could be distracted by sour mayonaise--it was the only thorn in House's side that prevented him from playing completely how he wanted. House stopped short as the realization struck him. He'd thought he'd run out of gamepieces to play, but...Amber said it, not him. He did have control over their lives, he just hadn't seen it until now. Holding Amber's job over Foreman's head might not have worked before, but if it was love--oh, he was going to have fun. If Foreman gave in to the blackmail, he'd have trouble with Amber, who'd hate him for helping her; if he didn't, House would fire his girlfriend and put him through hell that way, even if his leverage was gone. Perfect.
"Right," he said. "Forgot about that. Not like I'm your boss or anything." With a sharkish grin, he shouldered past her and headed out of the locker room.
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As for this little argument--Amber wasn't really worth it. House didn't deny that she could give him results. He'd yet to see if she could put the case in front of everything, and that included her little fling with Foreman. It also included ahead of her own ambitions. The moment hadn't come to test that theory yet. Maybe it wouldn't. As long as it didn't, House was content to have her around, but if she pushed him, he was more than willing to fire her for no better reason than because she pushed him. The urge to casually drop a "you're fired" in the face of Amber's spirited defense was strong, but no, he'd rather see it play out during a case. Whatever Cuddy thought, he was picking the best minions possible. His methods were sound.
Foreman was the one who was in his way. Whatever mockery of control Foreman had over him--not much, since he could be distracted by sour mayonaise--it was the only thorn in House's side that prevented him from playing completely how he wanted. House stopped short as the realization struck him. He'd thought he'd run out of gamepieces to play, but...Amber said it, not him. He did have control over their lives, he just hadn't seen it until now. Holding Amber's job over Foreman's head might not have worked before, but if it was love--oh, he was going to have fun. If Foreman gave in to the blackmail, he'd have trouble with Amber, who'd hate him for helping her; if he didn't, House would fire his girlfriend and put him through hell that way, even if his leverage was gone. Perfect.
"Right," he said. "Forgot about that. Not like I'm your boss or anything." With a sharkish grin, he shouldered past her and headed out of the locker room.