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[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.

And do you come across giants usually?

[Pause.]

How tall are you?

No, just the one giant. He's a very famous assassin in all truth.

Six feet. You?

[Famous? She perks up a little more at that.

Gossip.]

I dunno, five-five? Something like that; doesn't matter. How famous?

I know it doesn't matter.

Famous in criminal rings and with people associated with undermining them.

Oh.

[Disappointment radiates all over. So rude.]

Damn.

I have associated with royalty but very few people who have needed me were famous.

Then you really shouldn't get a girl's hopes up, should you.

I must say, it's a little disheartening to know the youth of today are more interested in knowing John has had sex on three different continents than how I saved a boy's life using the Van Buren super nova.I must say, it's

[She has no idea what that is.]

Which continents?

[sigh]

Oh, god, I don't know. Europe, Asia and Africa I imagine. Recently Australia but I don't think it counts when you bring your own woman.

Huh. Who knew.

He has many fine qualities that a woman of more maturity would understand.

Ooo, defensive. I barely even said anything.

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