The edge of Sherlock's mouth twitches. For a moment, it looks as though he'll laugh but he presses his lips down very tightly, forcing it into a polite smile.]
I haven't heard of this remedy for nausea. Good heavens, Angelina, could it be that you see me as a dog?
[He's not going to break character. Mozart is. Sherlock is going to win.]
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The edge of Sherlock's mouth twitches. For a moment, it looks as though he'll laugh but he presses his lips down very tightly, forcing it into a polite smile.]
I haven't heard of this remedy for nausea. Good heavens, Angelina, could it be that you see me as a dog?
[He's not going to break character. Mozart is. Sherlock is going to win.]
Would you like me to fetch you a "bone?"
[HE'S COMING FOR YOU, PAL]