Whatever Wilson was planning - House could see it in his expression - House was going to leave it all up to him. Because good lord, a date planned by Greg House? Could only go very, very wrong. And Wilson had a hell of a lot more experience at this than he did, so he was quite content to indulge his laziness and not do any work.

"Of course a cactus has personality," House scoffed, "Hell of a lot more personality than flowers." There was reasoning behind his theory, something to do with cacti living a lot longer and flowers only lasting a day or two after removed from the plant, but it all sounded a little too weird to say out loud. Not to mention irrelevant. He had to smirk at the venus flytrap quip though. "Oh, how fitting," he rolled his eyes in amusement. "Get the grumpy intern-eating doctor a temperamental fly-eating plant. How romantic."

It had been a lie, really, when House had said he didn't put out on the first date. A huge lie. House would probably put out for a beer, or even if Wilson looked at him the right way. As it was, that once over that Wilson just gave him? Damn. Deciding he'd had quite enough of hanging around in this room, House left the cauldron behind and walked around the table, giving Wilson's ass a swift smack as he did. "Come on, Wonder Kid," he smirked, "You need to go find some restaurants and I need to shower and get this blue shit off me."