"Does that include anal? No, that's if I want you to make it up to me." Then he pursed his lips into a thin line muttering a 'hmm' while he pondered out what could make it up to her. "I'm drunk enough to say 'how about anything you want' to make up for the lack of my tongue on your unmentionables tonight. How does that sound to you?" From the way he was chewing gum or eating lollipops or something like that all the time, it wasn't a wonder that House liked to eat her out. Maybe he was stuck in that Freud oral stage.