House was starting to have a feeling that this evening might end with him wandering over to Hannibal's and finding a man this evening, which he hadn't done in quite some time.

Still, even if he had no reason to think this was going anywhere, it was kind of fun to flirt. Hadn't Hex told him he should? And he also didn't give a rat's ass if someone saw him flirting with a man. There were some benefits of being powerful and useful.

"I'm afraid I'm not the sort to recite poetry," House said with a quirked smile. "If you're into that sort of thing. What are you into?"