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It made up for the effort spared by engaging the caps lock.

[Oh, he'd say that to just about anyone in Wonderland.]

[Oh, well now she feels less special.

ANYWAY. That earns a smirk, not that he could see it.]

I'd applaud again, but that seems to offend your delicate sensibilities. Let me guess--you want another murder or mugging or whatever crime gets you off to happen again so you won't be bored.

Mm. Yes. Preferably one not quite so personal. Wasn't exactly hard to peg the killer when he went to no great lengths to disguise himself.

Well obviously he should have tried harder.

[We hope you can hear the eye-roll in her words.]

He shouldn't have tried at all.

[He's a bit bitter about, ya know, his only friends being murdered because of him.]

[le pause~]

Is that...something like emotion from you?

Perhaps. Even the likes of me falls prey to it now and again.

Color me impressed. Maybe there's a reason he sticks around, after all.

Who?

John?

Obviously, unless you have a bunch of other friends you're hiding really well.

No, just John. Why he stays is really none of your concern but suffice to say he enjoys the danger.

Aww. And danger is just so sexy.

[Really, the nice guy/mostly jerk thing is a pretty familiar concept to her. Her own 'nice guy' seems to have a liiiittle more of an influence on her than dear sweet Sherlock, of course. But shh.]

I'm told my intelligence is my true sex appeal but the danger is a fair addition.

[SNORT.

Ahem. Not that Santana is at all shallow or anything.]

From who?

A dominatrix whose name would mean nothing to you. I imagine that's a knowledgeable enough source, though.

[Aaand that surprises an actual laugh out of her. And hey, it's only half-mocking!]

You should really think about leading with that story. I'm suddenly way more interested.

[Sherlock smirks. He'll take praise any way he can get it.]

If I am anything, it is far from dull.

Sure, now that you're not just a creep that sits around wishing for death.

So being dominatrix approved forgives those aspects? Interesting.

Oh, it's still pretty creepy. But now you're more than that.

[She gives another little clap.]

Yay.

Your approval fulfills me.

[Sarcastic hypocrite. Doesn't care~]

Are you interested in how I fought against a seven foot tall assassin or outsmarted the Napoleon of crime or is your interest limited to my sex appeal?

[Mostly the last one, duh.]

I guess I'm a little interested in the seven foot tall thing.

I wont be able to tell you if his large feet equated to the enlargement of anything else. We were boxing at the time--rather I was trying to and he was rather adept in strangling me with one hand.

Ha ha.

So what, was he just some regular hugeass guy or was he some kind of supernatural creature?

There's nothing supernatural about my world. He was just your average, run of the mill giant man.

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