Cameron set herself up for the fall.
Intense curiosity nagged at her, overwhelming the logical voice in the back of her head.
(Later, she punished herself for being so stupid. Red wine didn’t taste the same when it came back up.)"Do you? I have to know."
House didn’t suffer from the restrictive obligation to spare people’s feelings.
The harsh truth bit into Cameron's skin, seeping inside. She wondered if he could see her deflating under his gaze.
Cameron wasn’t going to cry in front of him. She turned away before any tears started.
No satisfaction for the tormentor.