Chase doesn't really have a chance to respond to those words, even though he wants to. The fact that House thinks about fucking him is intoxicating, arousing. He might not be saying that he wants to, but Chase doesn't think House is the sort of person to say that kind of thing without intent. And maybe it's naive, but Chase is pretty sure that they'd established intent the night that they'd been dancing together last time. Aiming for Odile and just ending up with touching, and that guileless admission that Chase might be a virgin but he didn't want him to stop. He doesn't get a chance to say anything because House spanks him, not as hard as before, but hard enough that he squirms with how it burns on his already abused skin.

There's a moment where he considers, debates between staying like this, letting House keeps spanking him, and pushing that subject, that comment. And really, it's no contest at all. There wasn't much chance that Chase would choose anything different, in honesty. He sits up, shifting, moving so instead of laying across House's lap, he's kicking his tights off one leg, and then straddling him. Sitting up and looking into his eyes, his hands coming up to catch on his shoulders with a hint of a smile as Chase tries to ignore his erection for the moment.

"Do you really want to fuck me?" Which isn't technically what House had said, but who's going to quibble the point?