Fin nodded, gesturing for House to come closer- Then pausing.

"I... This isn't the reason you agreed to let me stay, is it?" he asked. "I mean, I don't mind doing it- I'd make it permanent if I could, but- You like me as more than just a painkiller, right? ...I only ask that now so I don't wind up looking like an utter fool later."

Fin had been through the wringer over the last few years, and as calluses began to finally form on his soul, at last the young fae seemed to be on guard, with his walls up high around everyone.