[ Hearts, flowers...My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun- no, of course not. What you have here is Amory being facetious, while under the influence of a good mood. It's hard to be friendly, or even pretend to be friendly, when you're in frequent pain. House knows this.
Just think of it as a thank you. ]
Sure.
[ It appears as if Amory is about to turn and face House, but he instead raises his palm above the plant, allowing the blood to drip onto the petals in slow, steady rivulets. He drags the knife in deeper to increase the flow.
This isn't your grade school volcano and baking powder experiment. As soon as the there's enough red to soak the petals, the blood does it work--devouring the plant to nonexistence: it looks as if the amaryllis dissolving, from the tips of its petals all the way down to the roots. Even the soil is stripped of its organic matter, leaving only dry sediment and sand. The blood has disappeared entirely. ]
Your sample, Doctor House. [ A beat. He turns from the plant to House, pining the doctor with a sharp stare. ] I said I'm not a liar.
no subject
Just think of it as a thank you. ]
Sure.
[ It appears as if Amory is about to turn and face House, but he instead raises his palm above the plant, allowing the blood to drip onto the petals in slow, steady rivulets. He drags the knife in deeper to increase the flow.
This isn't your grade school volcano and baking powder experiment. As soon as the there's enough red to soak the petals, the blood does it work--devouring the plant to nonexistence: it looks as if the amaryllis dissolving, from the tips of its petals all the way down to the roots. Even the soil is stripped of its organic matter, leaving only dry sediment and sand. The blood has disappeared entirely. ]
Your sample, Doctor House. [ A beat. He turns from the plant to House, pining the doctor with a sharp stare. ] I said I'm not a liar.