Rhys's issue with property damage in town is more the fear of creatively horrible vindication, than anything. Stabbing out of nowhere is one thing: the town deciding to burn you right along with whatever you set on fire is another.

But he'll consider it. It would answer some questions, and they've only got so many possible "experiments". And Rhys, well, he's better at burning things down than building them up, some days.

"You know what you're doing, you just don't always seem to do it," Rhys points out mildly.

He seems satisfied, though, at least for the moment.

And at the challenge, he just cocks his head. "Depending on which kind of 'sore' you're complaining about? I've got some chamomile tea for those scratches if you want. If you're talking about the stress you're carrying in your trapezius muscles? That's up to you, too."

They can talk about it if you want, House. But whether you do or you don't, Rhys is still going to do what he perceives as his job.