"Please stop watching me. It's rather uncomfortable. Holmes doing that is bad enough."

"They were staring. It's rude. And uncomfortable. But very well. I shall cease."

"No."

"Holmes, go away. Don't have something to sniff out? Not drugs or whiskey related."

Glances at the bottle of whiskey he's drinking out, clearly on view. "Why would I? It's not a criminal offense. And no, I'm not sharing."

"You already think my character is poor, so what does it matter? And anyone who knows what - read who - I have to deal with, will give me an extra bottle. No, you're not getting any."

"Shut up, Holmes." Sighing deeply, he downs nearly half the bottle.

"Shut up? That would be a novelty."

"You're not getting any. Go away."

"This is /my/ house, Holmes! Go experiment on your own bloody home. I'm sure Mrs. Hudson will be thrilled to have you do so there."

"That is you, Holmes. I do absolutely nothing when under any influence. Other than sit morosely. Now go /away/."

Putting down the bottle, he calmly gets up and grabs Holmes arm. Without ceremony he throws the man out the door and slams it closed behind him. "You're right, that was so thrilling," he murmurs dryly as he returns to the bottle and takes a drinkm

"Ugh. My eyes. Why must I be reminded of this again."

I can tell you're his handler. Shifting the blame like that. Make him be nice for her birthday. Don't be rude.

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"The man is just delusional. I'd have him committed of he'd not either escape or drive the whole staff there into madness."

"You know I'm right, though."

"That alone tells me all I need to know."