[He looks back with an arched brow, a quirk to the corner of his mouth that almost hits the proper degree skeptical annoyance but is reigned in by the curse. A glance is given to the pointed finger, and then back to House.

He bows his head slightly, about to talk... and pauses for a moment. He stops. Then starts again.]

I... can't argue with you. And when I say that I can't, I mean that literally. I'm incapable of doing so.

This is just the curse, isn't it? You didn't go and make a deal with the deities for this, did you?