While Foreman and Wilson are stuck in the lab trying to figure out what Cate can use as a stain, House goes home to chat with Cate and watch her feel around her body for a biopsy-able node. He's even dimmed the lights, lit a fire, and poured himself a drink to complete the romantic-only-to-a-doctor-with-intimacy-issues setting. Cate initially refuses to undress for House in such an unclinical setting, but finally decides on a quid-pro-quo deal. If House brings the camera around his apartment and reveals some of his private life to her, she'll expose herself in return. House shows her his living room, and the psychiatrist notes that his shelves are filled with medical textbooks, showing that he doesn't appreciate fiction because he doesn't like to laugh. House whisks the camera away from his bookshelves and past the coffee table, where Cate notes the bottle of liquor and chalks it up to insomnia rather than alcoholism. House starts to realize that putting the camera in his living room rather than his office was a mistake, but it's too late now. Cate notices a lack of pictures and asks him why family and friends aren't important to him. I'm thinking it's because he doesn't have any. House turns this back on Cate, pointing out that she's sick on the South Pole and has only had one visitor. Cate says she isn't antisocial; she hasn't told anyone else so as not to worry them. Meanwhile, she's been holed up in her office for days now; I think they're starting to suspect something's up. Frustrated, House says he might as well get naked, but Cate says she knows that won't happen. "You'd rather show me your soul than your leg," she says. House asks her if she's going to fix him now that she's got him all figured out, And Cate truly wins House's heart when she replies, "I never said you needed fixing."
Wilson and Foreman hang out in the lab and test out possible stains using materials like spaghetti sauce and coffee. Dude, if the South Pole residents were pissed off when Cate wasted that egg, they'll kill her if she uses up the coffee on her biopsy. Foreman wonders why House is letting Cate be a part of her own diagnosis, noting that he insults her and doesn't respect her as a doctor. "That's House's version of courtship," Wilson shrugs. "Oh God. He's been wooing me for years!" Foreman says. Foreman and everyone else at PPTH, and beyond! House has a lot of love to give, after all. Wilson clarifies that Cate is the perfect woman for House: she's really, really far away and suffering from a mystery disease. Well, as long as he isn't too picky.