House narrowed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall, swinging the cane down to take the majority of his weight as he stepped forward. "The high-functioning sociopath," he commented. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly intrigued. House liked interesting things - cases, people, situations. And that one time he'd met a psychopath had been a real disappointment. Not that they were the same, unless you counted the last five letters, but still. They all ended up bundled together anyway.
House came to rest heavily a few feet away from the other man, still examining him through sharp eyes, trying to figure something secret out just by staring at him. He was still feeling himself at the moment - the fact that he'd be hurtling into a full narcotics withdrawal in a few hours had occured to him, but right now there seemed little to do about it.
"You're not thinking about taking up motivational speaking, are you?" he checked. "Because i don't feel that much better."