There's that dismissive tone that initially makes Chase a little worried, like he's afraid that House wont be here when he comes back. But, then he sees it. The warmth around his eyes that are a paler, sharper blue than Chase's own. There's also concern in the request, since he's already in his dance clothes. It's not like he needs to change or anything, but he obeys anyway, trusting that look around the edges of his eyes, that feeling that House might be harassing him, but there was more to it than just that. Or maybe it was wishful thinking, but either way, he ran and got his bag, returning fast enough that he must have run there and back, and there was a smile on his face when he again was framed in the doorway.

He sets his bag down just inside the doorway, a slight shrug as he lets it slide off his shoulder. He's looking at House, a slight question in the tilt of his head, the way that he looks at the man with interest and curiosity. "So, what's your price?" He questions languidly, a faint murmur on his mouth as he catches his breath.

"I am a college student, if you're hoping for cash, you're going to be sorely disappointed." It's a cheeky quip, followed by an unselfconscious kind of grin.