Interpretation

"What?" House shouted opening the door just enough to put his head into the conference room and no more. All three of its occupants took in his overly dishevelled appearance.

"What happened to you? Walk through a tornado somewhere?" asked Chase.

With this question and the lack in IQ (which meant that it was very hard to be devious), it meant that Wilson had not been specific in his rantings.

This boded extremely well for the plan.

"Good boy, Jimmy." House said in a condescending manor, then stage whispering "This is no matter for the children. Wouldn't want to impinge on their innocence."

"House what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"Touring." he said wagging his eyebrows.

Wilson looked extremely exasperated.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I have a gig to perform." he said, making to close the door. An un-House-like grin spread across his stubbled jaw.

"House!" Wilson said once again.

House rolled his eyes in reply and then let them rest on the white board in the conference room for a moment. They still held the 'symptoms' discussed an hour earlier.

"We had an interesting case this morning." he said turning to his 'slaves', "Kids, why don't you tell Uncle Jimmy all about it while Daddy has some fun."

He said finally closing the door and locking it behind him.

In the dimmed light he saw Cameron sitting where he'd left her, on the edge of his desk, with a look of utter disbelief.

"Wha...umm..." she stammered.

"Confusion makes you look so cute." he said moving towards her once more. Her knees parted at the slightest touch to let him settle between her thighs, her hands wrapped around his neck as he leaned forward slightly a hand on either side of her; the movement threatening to lay them both flat out on the large desk causing both of them to flush in the slightest.

"What part of the plan is this?" she asked with a rascally grin. "Do you intend to 'perform' for me?"

"No plan. Perhaps a performance. And I'm doing this because I just want to." he said as his lips descended to hers.

Moments later a loud Wilson sounding shout of "YES!" came from next door.

They grinned together, their lips still pressed against each other.

Wilson's loud laughter now filtered through the glass.

"I'll just get him." House said with a quick kiss and moving back from their embrace.

"A threesome, oh how fun." she said with a smirk.

House fixed her with an intense and possessive glare.

She licked her lips, tasting him then grinned widely.

"Don't worry Greg," she said hopping off the desk and moving towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "You're all I want."

He smiled softly and brushed his lips with hers, then turned to the door with a smug grin. Unlocking it he saw that Wilson was almost doubled over with laughter (or abdominal pain) while Foreman looked concerned and Chase looked rather scared.

"Wilson, get in here before you embarrass yourself anymore." He barked, effectively reducing Wilson's laughter to a series of chuckles.

By the time Wilson had reached the glass threshold he had stopped making noises but had a huge grin on his face instead.

The door thudded softly behind the two before the lock swiftly clicked shut.

"I'm getting out of here." Chases said, in a manner like the kid from sixth sense said 'I see dead people'.

Foreman nodded and turned to his paper.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Chase whispered. "They could be doing anything in there!"

At this point a girly squeal came from the office next door.

"They're not gay, Chase." Foreman said exasperated. "How many times do I need to tell you?"

"Sure, there's been sexual tension in the air since we got in today. And if it is their's I don't want to wait around to find out." He said leaving and running in the opposite direction of House's office.

Foreman followed soon after.