"Considering your nature, please don't take offense, but I must ask if you mean that in earnest…"
"Yes, I really mean it woman! Now will go you to dinner with me or not?"
"Sure, I like you, too."
"Y-y-you like me? I'm not even likeable! You must merely mean you'd like to fix me. Offer revoked."
"Ha! I don't want to fix you. Can't fix something that isn't broken. Bruised and battered and such, perhaps, but that is a kind of healing you must do on your own. I can't help you with it – so why would I even try? Support you and encourage you, definitely, but I can't do it for you, and would never attempt to do something so futile."
"I'm not sure what to say to that…"
"How about, 'I'm an idiot, but I'd like to be your idiot, so forgive me for questioning your motives, and I'd be honoured if you would accompany me to dinner?'"
"Um…"
"You can pick me up at six."
"That's a good time… what?"
"Just one more thing… it's not nice to mock your date's name."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Funny, House, funny. See you at six." (She Exits)