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impulsereaderHe blushed again. “Thanks. It’s a little odd; I mean, who has their portrait painted these days?”
She smiled up at him. “Because the boys of Baker Street are so famously conventional?”
John reached for her hand and tugged her to standing. “Ha, ha. I seem to recall you charging a man in an attempt to drive a spear through him once upon a time. And on our first date!” he added in a scandalised tone. “You were lucky to get a second after that.”
“If you could find an actually murderous girlfriend Sherlock might find her interesting enough to share you with her.”
“Never going to happen. I’ve basically accepted it. I’m happy enough with the mad bastard as things stand.”
From across the room, Sherlock announced, “The keyboard is now in working order.”
“And it’s a good thing too, since I believe we’re about to dance around our sitting room for the amusement of all our friends and relatives.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”
She smiled up at him. “Because the boys of Baker Street are so famously conventional?”
John reached for her hand and tugged her to standing. “Ha, ha. I seem to recall you charging a man in an attempt to drive a spear through him once upon a time. And on our first date!” he added in a scandalised tone. “You were lucky to get a second after that.”
“If you could find an actually murderous girlfriend Sherlock might find her interesting enough to share you with her.”
“Never going to happen. I’ve basically accepted it. I’m happy enough with the mad bastard as things stand.”
From across the room, Sherlock announced, “The keyboard is now in working order.”
“And it’s a good thing too, since I believe we’re about to dance around our sitting room for the amusement of all our friends and relatives.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”