"What's that? You want me to escort you to the nearest bed?" House asked incredulously, raising his voice on the second sentence, enough so that the whole room would likely be able to hear it.

Despite himself, he'd missed Cuddy too. His days just weren't the same without breast jokes, snark that could match his own, and whining about clinic hours. But he sure wasn't going to admit that; Cuddy might take advantage of it. "And I missed you like hobos miss herpes," House said snidely. "It really is the gift that just keeps giving."