Cuddy dipped her paintbrush back into the paint and continued to recolour her living room. As she flicked hair out of her blue eyes, a strong hand grabbed her arm. Retaliating, she turned and flicked paint into the man’s eye.
“I’m so sorry, House,” She gasped, getting a cloth and dabbing his eye.
“S’okay Cuddy. Here, gimme the paint bucket.”
Hesitating, Cuddy handed him the bucket full of yellow liquid. As he dipped his hand in, she frowned. Before she could react, he slapped her ass.
“Now you have a yellow hand mark and I have a yellow eye, even?”