[ It's a curiousity, that. He might find him intriguing. Or annoying. Both? Only time will tell.
There's another twitch of Sherlock's lips, a single corner this time. It's something of a satisfied smirk -- and just as genuine as the other's grin. But he sees the challenge.
And naturally? Challenge is accepted. ]
Precisely. [ A blink. So the nervousness was feigned. Good. ] So then, the question is, what are you?
[ He lets the smugness creep into his voice as he presses his two palms together, bringing the tips of his fingers to his chin. You could almost see the figurative spark in his eyes.
He no longer wants a straight answer to his question. Because that wouldn't be fun. But he waits for a reaction.]
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There's another twitch of Sherlock's lips, a single corner this time. It's something of a satisfied smirk -- and just as genuine as the other's grin. But he sees the challenge.
And naturally? Challenge is accepted. ]
Precisely. [ A blink. So the nervousness was feigned. Good. ] So then, the question is, what are you?
[ He lets the smugness creep into his voice as he presses his two palms together, bringing the tips of his fingers to his chin. You could almost see the figurative spark in his eyes.
He no longer wants a straight answer to his question. Because that wouldn't be fun. But he waits for a reaction.]