"The usual stakes?" House questions as he watches Wilson create a makshift net out of paperclips. The way his hands moved, it was obvious that he'd done this many times before.

"You're acting like I really have a choice," the oncologist pointed out. Pausing for a moment, he looked up, eyes showing a hint of hope. "Wait/do/ I actually have a choice?

House rolled his eyes and began to toss a ball from one hand to the other. "What do you think, Jimmy? Besides, last time I checked, you /liked/ it this way."

Wilson said nothing but instead flicked a paperclip, hitting House square in the forehead.