"My hands wouldn't be nearly as bad as my mouth. Lots more bacteria in the human mouth, yet you don't complain when I'm going downtown," he said as he crawled into bed with her, leaving his boxers on for the time being. "Especially since I've been drinking. All that yeast from fermented grapes. Shame really. You make the best noises when I'm doing that." Yeah, if she asked someone to fix his leg or take away the pain, House might be mad for a while but he'd eventually get over it because he'd be grateful to not feel like that any more. One less burden.