House limped into Wilson's office and swung himself down on the sofa. For a few moments there was silence.
"Aren't you going to annoy me with some irrelevant witty comment?" Asked Wilson, looking up from his desk.
"No. I thought I'd wait for you to finish."
Now Wilson was extraordinarily wary.
"O-kay" He commented, drawing out the word and pinching the bridge of his nose.
House lounged comfortably, twirling the end of his cane into the carpet. Eventually he began to hum.
It sounded suspiciously like 'How much is your doggy in the window?'
Finally Wilson sprang out of his chair and flung his arms in the air.
"I can't take it anymore! What the hell have you done with House?"
House made his way round to the other side of the desk and pulled Wilson towards him by his belt.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He whispered into the other man's ear, "It involves handcuffs..."