Post by Gregory House on Apr 12, 2007 22:09:24 GMT -5
House watched her smile, feeling his mouth twitch as he resisted the urge to let it catch onto his lips. Covering it up by pressing them together in a thoughtful manner, he, correctly, associated her choice of nonverbal answer with indecision. He then matched her scorn with an amused sneer that seemed to speak of allthe reasons why she would refuse such a simple (that wasn't really simple) request. Lately, she seemed skittish about any movement that seemed to breach a professional relationship; he assumed that she feared what any intimacy between them could lead to, which was both reasonable and useless. They had passed the danger intimacy a long time ago.
It didn't help that her look did absolutely nothing to deter him and instead made her seem all the more attractive, enlivening his determination.
Smirking as her stomach gave her away, he smugly took a few steps toward the cafeteria, lagging pointedly. He had fully predicted a negative response and planned to seek out Wilson, but this turn of events gave Cuddy no choice and was much more convenient for him.
At her decisive statement, he glanced to her, discomfitted. He hadn't properly paid for food at the hospital since he had first arrived. But such was the drawback of having lunch with the Dean of Medicine; with her there, he couldn't cheat the cashier. Having second thoughts, but realizing there wasn't any going back now, he gave a half-smile and a resolute nod.
"Fine. But don't tell Wilson. He'll figure out I'm actually able to purchase my own meal." He replied, actually hoping Cuddy wouldn't spread word of it, for then everyone would expect him to stop taking advantage of them. And that'd just be irritating.
A part of him noted how lunch with Cuddy didn't happen often- in fact, he was hard pressed to think of a time when it actually happened before- and there was probably a reason why, one of which would most likely become clear once the lunch took place. But until then he was content to begin to speed up his stride toward the cafeteria, the hurried clicks of her heels providing a sort of off-beat to his own steps.
It didn't help that her look did absolutely nothing to deter him and instead made her seem all the more attractive, enlivening his determination.
Smirking as her stomach gave her away, he smugly took a few steps toward the cafeteria, lagging pointedly. He had fully predicted a negative response and planned to seek out Wilson, but this turn of events gave Cuddy no choice and was much more convenient for him.
At her decisive statement, he glanced to her, discomfitted. He hadn't properly paid for food at the hospital since he had first arrived. But such was the drawback of having lunch with the Dean of Medicine; with her there, he couldn't cheat the cashier. Having second thoughts, but realizing there wasn't any going back now, he gave a half-smile and a resolute nod.
"Fine. But don't tell Wilson. He'll figure out I'm actually able to purchase my own meal." He replied, actually hoping Cuddy wouldn't spread word of it, for then everyone would expect him to stop taking advantage of them. And that'd just be irritating.
A part of him noted how lunch with Cuddy didn't happen often- in fact, he was hard pressed to think of a time when it actually happened before- and there was probably a reason why, one of which would most likely become clear once the lunch took place. But until then he was content to begin to speed up his stride toward the cafeteria, the hurried clicks of her heels providing a sort of off-beat to his own steps.