[House is a master of avoidance. He managed to dodge clinic duty for years. This is spiraling out of his control, though. Very much so. It's important to remember that they're still on opposite sides of a telephone line and this guy has never seen him, though. They could also be miles away from each other. No need to panic.]

That's sweet, but I'm a lone wolf kind of cripple. [He hates that word unless he's using it mockingly, but let's go with that. Mr. Flayer probably couldn't even spell infarction, let alone understand it.] Except for the odd get-together. Keeps me hungry for the next kill, you know? Anyway, it'd ruin my street cred if I started walking around with another guy. People might talk, and I'm a really sensitive soul.