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"I will."
She just rolled her eyes.
"..You know, you said sell your body to me. Not vice versa."
"Yup."
"Wouldn't that mean you'd be letting me sleep with you? Not vice versa?"
"..Because neither of those are happening."
"Why does that matter to me? I get paid and I have sex."
House paused.
"I should prescribe sex to my patients."
Yvaine just looked away quietly, shaking her head. Good thing she wasn't a patient.
"Best prescription ever, amirite?"
"I was still going to look for a cheap Hooker. Can this wait? I think my plans were more important."
"..Huh. Well, you go bed some random woman. I'll just find your ticket home on my own."
House looked up suddenly. "You figured it out?"
Yvaine simply shrugged. "Maybe I did. Even so, it sounds like you've got other more important concerns," she mused, teasingly. Maybe she lacked her glow.. But there was her sass and sarcasm.
House frowned at her for a second. "Alright, fine. I'll be sure to bring them back here, of course."