[House is used to dealing with people on the brink of death. Clayton probably is, too. Beckett has probably met two of the people least likely to be fazed by his appearance. It must be a good day in Snowhell.
House rolls his eyes.]
Give me your wrist, Count Dracula.
[And whether Beckett willingly complies, House will make a snatch for it and check for a pulse.]
Sure seems pretty alive, but he sounds convincing. I'll leave it to you, doctor.
[He'll let go and step back, though he'll be listening and watching... and potentially making snide remarks as the moment calls for it.]
no subject
House rolls his eyes.]
Give me your wrist, Count Dracula.
[And whether Beckett willingly complies, House will make a snatch for it and check for a pulse.]
Sure seems pretty alive, but he sounds convincing. I'll leave it to you, doctor.
[He'll let go and step back, though he'll be listening and watching... and potentially making snide remarks as the moment calls for it.]