"It's hot out, you damn Brit," House scowled from the bed.
Chase rolled his eyes and adjusted his tie in the mirror. "I'm Australian and this hot is nothing compared to Australia."
"It's still hot," House shrugged, "So take that damn shirt off and put on a tee-shirt or something."
"And copy your infamous style of work-dress? No," Chase argued and kept trying to fix his tie. "Besides, I like this tie."
"Why?"
"Because you gave it to me," Chase looked back at him and smiled.
House stuck out his tongue in mock disgust and threw a pillow at Chase's back. "You damn sap."
"But I'm your damn sap," He grinned and walked over to the bed to give House a kiss... which led to something else... and then something else... and let's just say that Chase's perfect record of no lates was no longer perfect.