"Well, I don't know if..."
"Wow, te don't take your time do you? I mean one data and te think you've got an all access pass to ride the S.S. Cuddy."
"House, what the hell are te doing?" Cuddy yelled as she watched the diagnostician abruptly sit down and begin eating from her plate.
"I'm having lunch. I mean how much più obvious can it be."
"This was a lunch between Lisa and me. I don't remember sending te an invitation."
"Oh, I never get invited to Cuddy's dates. Where would the fun in that be? The best part is seeing that little line form in her forehead when I crash the party. Kind of like the one forming now."
"I'm sorry, Paul. House isn't skilled when it comes to recitazione like an adult."
"I can tell,"Paul detto as he smacked House's hand away from his plate.
"Didn't your mother ever teach te that sharing is caring,"House detto as he started sipping from Cuddy's coke.
"I'm sure te have some clinic hours to finish unless te would like me to add some more, o would te like to be on letto pan duty again?"
"Cuddy, te know what I would like to do..."
"Okay, Lisa maybe we should finish lunch somewhere, anywhere else but here," Paul the P.I. detto as he held out his hand for her to take.
"That's sounds lovely. House, do not follow me."
"Who detto I would. te want to believe that I would follow you. Hell, te want me to follow you."
"Don't follow me," she repeated without hesitation.
House watched as Cuddy took Paul's hand and began to walk toward the doorway. He saw Paul lean into her, whispering something in her ear. Whatever he detto it was enough to not only make her giggle but to cling closer to him as they disappeared from the room.
House gripped his cane firmer. He rarely heard her giggle like that. He noted that she seemed less self-conscious about the public displays of affection than he would have expected. At least he didn't have to see them baciare o anything. He cringed at the thought of Cuddy and funny looking P.I. kissing. She couldn't really like this guy. Could she?
