"You can't deny that people treat you differently,"

He flashes a look toward House's cane, a suggestion so subtle that catching it would be a matter of coincidence. Returning the newspaper back to House's desk, Amory then stands, proceeding to act on what must be House's tantamount desire at this very second-- leaving. He doesn't bother with goodbyes or thanks yous, just a tilt of his head and a final word before he heads to the door.

"Your word, then," he replies, slipping the cap on once more, identity obscured, "I'll make an appointment."