Oh, please, like that's a secret. Everyone in the hospital knows you're madly in love with me. That's what all the nurses who don't want in your pants say, anyway. [It's quick, reflexive banter, but House does glance away after throwing out a casual roll of his eyes, focusing on his cigarette as it burns down to the filter.]

Fine. [Moving on because this is territory that is making him suddenly very awkward internally, even if that's not reflecting externally.] In the incredibly unlikely event that I not only get outta here, but also retain my memories, I'll do the whole 'second chance' thing. And bang a really hot hooker after pouring one out for you. Provided I don't get you into treatment sooner and we never even have to deal with you dying.