Yes, House HAD in fact suggested a formal date, and the concept of which... Wilson was still trying to wrap his brain around it, really, somewhere between his plotting as to what would be a... semi-appropriate thing that could count as a date for the two of them. Which... What was there to do around here anyway? He was really going to have to work to get something like this to work, wasn't he? Dammit. House. Instilling this idea into his brain.

"A cactus has personality?" Wilson asked incredulously, eyebrow still cocked in intrigue as he looked to House with a laugh. "Oh, damn it all. I'll just get you a venus flytrap and call it a day." No, really. It would fit him. After a pause, he let those full words sink in, about to question the nature of 'Pimp Master' when the putting out was mentioned. And. Holy crap, he had thought ahead, but somehow his mind had... temporarily forgotten... that. And automatically, he jumped to, 'who would TOP?', just for a moment, in a brief time of... purely unadultered curiosity.

He just reverted to lifting his eyebrows shortly, contemplatively, before he shrugged and leaned back against the table, trying not to think to that frothing potion as he glanced the other male over, halfway scandalously. "Guess I'll have to make it worth your while then?" he commented with a grin.