House had a theory about you. Allegedly, at least.

Yes, the good doctor himself was convinced that you were ill. You had only complained of a headache once - to Chase, in fact, not him. He'd just happened to be in the room.

Regardless, House took it upon himself to get a full medical history, whether you wanted it or not.

"Hey, funny question, does your family have a history of cancer?"

As if it were innocent curiosity.

"You're quiet today. Do you often have trouble speaking?"

Like it was a casual question.

And yet again, as you peacefully read over a patient's file. He strolled into the room, eyes immediately fixing you.

"Nice morning. Say, when was the last time you got laid?"