[Sherlock Holmes is aggressively a bachelor. Romance, being applied to him? Disgusting. If he were infatuated with someone, how could he competently tackle his precious mysteries? Acquaintances, he'll gladly take. Friends - or rather, those few who can tolerate all of his eccentricities without judgement - he's more than happy to hoard. But lovers? Ew.
Which is why it's extremely unusual to see him walk aboard the ship, arm in arm with a young woman. There's not much warmth to his introductions. Yes, this is his "friend." Yes, he invited her to this cruise.
Eventually, the strange pair wind up in a relatively empty dining room, whereupon Sherlock turns to his apparent beau and says:]
remember you asked for this
Which is why it's extremely unusual to see him walk aboard the ship, arm in arm with a young woman. There's not much warmth to his introductions. Yes, this is his "friend." Yes, he invited her to this cruise.
Eventually, the strange pair wind up in a relatively empty dining room, whereupon Sherlock turns to his apparent beau and says:]
Good grief, are you even trying?