Chase picks up on the fact that they're not going to House's apartment, and he doesn't question it. It could be a motel, or any number of other explanations. And it doesn't matter where they go, because getting in the car was an acceptance of being willing to play by House's rules. Not that he doesn't always, but there's a commitment in the acceptance. It's an offer of obedience, of desire.

Chase might not be capable of driving safely, but he is capable of making decisions. He knows what he's doing, even if his head is a little fuzzy around the edges. His gaze looks at the porn store, then at House, waiting on his instructions, knowing there's going to be something. And then it's there, hanging in the air and he nods, getting out of the car and slipping into the store.

It's not long when he comes back out, maybe seven or eight minutes. However, depending on how close attention House is paying to the slim figure, he might notice him slip something from the bag into the pocket of his leather jacket. It's a small motion, easily overlooked, unless you were looking, mostly covered by how he briefly fidgets with the receipt before dropping it into the bag. The bag isn't particularly heavy; he only got a few things, but he expects it to be more than enough.

He's also curious to see just how into this House is. Chase is used to being the kinky one, the one that wants it harder than most people are comfortable giving. He wants to lose control of the situation, and not in a controlled, the scene ends when I say lollipop sort of way. He wonders what House has, if there are things he's already planning to do to him... the thought alone catches his breath.

"I'm not changing my mind," he offers softly as he slides into the car, setting the bag in his lap and it jingles.