"So, where were the two of you when our patient was sleeping?" Foreman asked, brows furrowed.

"We, er, went out to get some coffee," Chase replied, a little too quick, a little too glib.

Foreman made an 'Oh' gesture, and went back to his paper. Then looked up. "But you didn't have any coffee when you came back..."

"Well, er, we--" Cameron cut Chase off.

"Fine. You caught us. We snuck off to the other room to have sex. You caught us, and we're sorry. We'll never do it again." Cameron's tone was deadpan.

Foreman started laughing, much to Chase's bewilderment. He looked up to meet Cameron's direct gaze. "House'd do Wilson before you did Chase."

Cameron's expression didn't change, but there was a slight relaxing of her shoulders. "No," she corrected, "You'd do House and Wilson, before I did Chase."

Foreman was still chuckling and Chase had this what-the-hell look on his face. "She's slept with me before!" Chase had to say.

"Yeah, but she was seriously stoned, man." Foreman had a grin on his face.

Cameron gave Chase a look, and he settled, still looking unhappy.

Outside, House had heard everything said inside. He had a smirk on his face. "Wonder what Wilson'd say to that," and he left, still smirking.