The stubble, the long lean look, the colbalt blue eyes he had been told resembled those of the American Grey Wolf and a smile that actually made his face seem colder. "You must be House" he made it a statement, a filmsy attempt at defense through offense.

"And you are" he checked the paper in his hand. "Wilson. And so we shall be known henceforth, House and Wilson, Wilson and House"

"Why would you..." Wilson started but the raised eyebrows the puffed out checks stopped him.

"Why did I bail you out? Not ' thanks, gee fella I owe you big, Let me buy you a beer', Cool" House had turned as was walking toward the door.

House was right, If it had been anyone else the natural reaction would have been thanks. Let me buy you dinner. But this was House, the name he had been hearing since he signed up for the conference. "Watch for House, he'll pull something before its over" "God, remember that lecture series in Winnipeg, he ripped that guy so bad I heard he lost his grant" "What about Chicago, bringing that naked hooker and using her as a visual aid" The consensus seemed to be House was the one to look for it you needed some entertainment, and God knew Wilson was in major need of entertainment. The equally valid consensus was the best way to enjoy House was from afar. No longer an option for Wilson, so what the heck. A man who can break an antique mirror and start a bar brawl has nothing to fear.

"Yeh, why? I mean, from what I've heard philanthrophy isn't usually your opening play." House stopped on a dime and turned back. The smile was gone, and now that Wilson saw the face without it. he realized the smile had actually softened it, a bit. Now he was looking at cut granite and the eyes, he would swear til the day he died the eyes had changed color, gone from colbalt blue to iced colbalt blue. In spite of himself and his newly found "badness" Wilson's breath stopped.

The smile was back, slowly. "No, its not. I was bored you broke the boredom along with the mirror, Don't make a big deal out of it. I didn't pay your fine, or your bar bill. I paid your bail, I'll get it back"

Wilson nodded. That hadn't been bad. Actually seemed like a pretty nice guy,

"With interest, base rate plus five per cent" House had turned back to the door.

OK not totally nice

"You coming? Its a long walk back to hotel. And you do owe me dinner at least. And the hooker of my choice"

"I have no idea where to get..."

For the first time Wilson saw his real smile, and it did warm up the face. But it was the eyes that got him. Eyes that belonged to an eight year old who knows where his dad hides his porn. This was going to be fun.