Chase huffs a soft laugh at the statement that if he's going to watch House gets to watch too. It's not like Chase is about to argue, when it's not something that he really minds. He could point out that House had seen him during rehearsal, but then, so had Chase. They both knew it was different like this. One-on-one, a smaller room, closer, more intimate. He watches House, how he rolls his shoulders, the brief proximity when the man moves over to shut the door behind him.

It's more nerves than actual unwillingness, but then, Robert is aware that House probably knows that. Something in his eyes, the tone of his voice as he lets that statement trail off into stillness. The blond just rolls his eyes, kneeling down and grabbing his water bottle and a small towel from his bag. He doesn't know that House knows about his pointe work. So far, while it might have earned him a spot in the corps de ballet, the preference seemed to be towards not talking about it afterwards. So Chase practiced when he thought no one was looking.

He likes the music. There's a smile on his face as he looks up at House - because yes, he clearly is looking forward to this. "Did you have anything particular in mind?" Maybe it's a loaded question, maybe not.