[ These bathroom walls really were fascinating. Will waits until he hears the water hitting flesh, then swallows a groan as his ever helpful imagination supplies a crystal clear image of the naked body he'd just seen, under the sluice of water.

Was one humiliating encounter not enough? Did he really need to go for more rejection?

Crossing to his pack, he withdrew a small square cloth that was enough to dry himself, but not enough to loop around his waist. Shaking it out, he set it on the back of the toilet, if House wished to use it and then, naked as the day he was born, took over laundry duties. ]

Can't say I've ever heard drunk dingos howling, so I'm not sure what that sound might be, but aren't you certified for surgery?