Hot button words right there Amory. House liked it better when he was being evasive. Now he's being insulting not with the wild accusations--the man isn't an addict. He's in pain. Pain needs relief. It's not rocket science. He looks up at last and leans back into the chair. Those ice blue eyes of his squint as he tilts his head.

"There are perfectly good street corner with a dealer. I'm not one. Eden was right."

The man is dead serious. It's repulsive as well as fascinating. He must be desperate.