"He's your doctor, the doctor that will be writing your prescriptions. Except you're asking me. Correct me if I'm wrong." On his feet and around the desk, House regards the other man as though he'll make more sense from this angle.

Wait. What? The touching? Is he serious? This is how you get what you want? House comes closer and leans on the desk enough to kick the chair back from the desk. "Grown up? Could have fooled me."