[He's done what? The knife comment gets a look of momentary surprise and confusion, but House masks it quickly as he bristles.]

Yeah. The part where I said it was a goddamn reflex. Just... [House makes a frustrated noise. He can feel his hands trembling and stands abruptly, going to his pack and fishing the handcuffs out along with the key. He slaps one of the bracelets on his wrist and holds the key out to Wilson.]

Here. Take it. If you're too much of a coward to do it quickly, then I need to be restrained while you gently caress me to a crushed windpipe.

[His hand is shaking, he focuses for a moment to stop that, then glares up at Wilson again.]