"Hey, a guy needs a hobby," House said dryly. He hadn't really expected her to take him up on the pot, but hey, whatever was going to help his chances. Because if they dropped off now it would be pretty depressing.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a rolled joint and a box of matches. "Nice boots," he said, as he lit it and walked over to her. He was standing close when he gave it to her, looking her over in obvious appreciation.