[Sherlock rotates the small bar of soap in circles between his hands and he looks over his shoulder when she asks him about the washcloth.]
Yes, actually. That would do well.
[He prefers to wash with something softer than the stiff cotton blend of an mass-produced rag, but he doesn't have much of choice in the matter at he moment. It would do the job much better than his bare hands.
He just lifts his hand palm-up for it.
The longer he has to rest the more he starts to anticipate the inevitable discussion about the last time they'd spoken.]
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Yes, actually. That would do well.
[He prefers to wash with something softer than the stiff cotton blend of an mass-produced rag, but he doesn't have much of choice in the matter at he moment. It would do the job much better than his bare hands.
He just lifts his hand palm-up for it.
The longer he has to rest the more he starts to anticipate the inevitable discussion about the last time they'd spoken.]