"Well, I don't know if..."
"Wow, tu don't take your time do you? I mean one fecha and tu think you've got an all access pass to ride the S.S. Cuddy."
"House, what the hell are tu doing?" Cuddy yelled as she watched the diagnostician abruptly sit down and begin eating from her plate.
"I'm having lunch. I mean how much más obvious can it be."
"This was a lunch between Lisa and me. I don't remember sending tu an invitation."
"Oh, I never get invited to Cuddy's dates. Where would the fun in that be? The best part is seeing that little line form in her forehead when I crash the party. Kind of like the one forming now."
"I'm sorry, Paul. House isn't skilled when it comes to actuación like an adult."
"I can tell,"Paul dicho as he smacked House's hand away from his plate.
"Didn't your mother ever teach tu that sharing is caring,"House dicho as he started sipping from Cuddy's coke.
"I'm sure tu have some clinic hours to finish unless tu would like me to add some more, o would tu like to be on cama pan duty again?"
"Cuddy, tu know what I would like to do..."
"Okay, Lisa maybe we should finish lunch somewhere, anywhere else but here," Paul the P.I. dicho as he held out his hand for her to take.
"That's sounds lovely. House, do not follow me."
"Who dicho I would. tu want to believe that I would follow you. Hell, tu want me to follow you."
"Don't follow me," she repeated without hesitation.
House watched as Cuddy took Paul's hand and began to walk toward the doorway. He saw Paul lean into her, whispering something in her ear. Whatever he dicho it was enough to not only make her giggle but to cling closer to him as they disappeared from the room.
House gripped his cane firmer. He rarely heard her giggle like that. He noted that she seemed less self-conscious about the public displays of affection than he would have expected. At least he didn't have to see them kiss o anything. He cringed at the thought of Cuddy and funny looking P.I. kissing. She couldn't really like this guy. Could she?
