Cuddy's eyes rolled heavenward briefly before taking a step back, putting personal space between them. "I hate turtlenecks," she retorted, "and if this is your idea of a joke, House, you don't want to know what I'll do to retaliate."

Her arms folded beneath the chest he loved to stare at, and a toss of her head left her eyes to meet his. It wasn't funny, it really wasn't.