There was something admirable and sexy about the fact that Kytana could joke about a time in her life that was so twisted. She had great emotional control and House envied that as much as it turned him on.
She stood before him with her arms pinned to her sides and she looked like she was wearing something seductive from the late 19th century. All he needed was a horse and a lasso. "Ever seen a western?" House asked as he watched her fingers play with the material of his boxers. "Turn around." He ordered gently once he had decided he had enough.