[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?
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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?