Dylan was getting extremely fed up with house at this point.

Well he gave me the choice of clinic hours and being his damned slave. Damn it I really need this job.

He had just walked back into the Hospital after going to get the Indian food House had asked for. Even though he wasn't originaly going to do it, he felt it might make up for the bad first impression he had given. Plus he was done with his share of clinic hours and had nothing better to do. He approached the glass doors of House's office and with his free hand wrapped his knuckles over it. A murmer from the other side gave the okay to come in.

He walked into the office and went straight to the man's desk before tossing the food onto it.

"Chicken Tikka Masala." Dylan spoke. House stared at him not saying a word. "That's what you wanted right?"