Chase makes a soft noise of surprised protest that doesn't quite materialize into the blond pushing House's hand away. Instead, he's staring up at him with disbelief, as if he can't believe that the older man really just did that, even as his shirt falls back into place as it drops from House's fingers. It does, however, prompt Chase to pointedly roll his eyes, because that confusion only extends so far. He's not that naive, even if he does sometimes seem it.

He still doesn't back away, though. He's still standing in the doorway, and he leans in, just a little, just a bare fraction, a tilt into that magnetic pull of the moment, of their bodies in close as he looks up at House. Leaving would be the smart thing. But, Robert is still too young and dumb to do the smart thing. So he stays, trying to find a fitting retort.

He settles on following that eyeroll with an exasperated sigh, trying to cover up the attraction that feels far too obvious when they're close like this. "I bet you say that to all the boys." He quips lightly with a glint in his blues and a mischievous curl to his smile. He can push back, even if it's not usually his first response.