House didn't really care for Chase's answer. "Don't - don't be so damned concerned about me. You want to know what will make me feel good? Having you squirming and moaning and begging me to fuck you harder. Okay? That will make me feel good."

He blinked and glanced in the direction of Wilson, as if just remembering he was there. "Make yourself useful, Jimmy, and find me some lube."