"Modesty has it's place. So does the truth." What an interesting shade of blue. He could recall a half a dozen paintings with that exact shade of blue.

He watched as Aodhagan lightly stepped and danced around his statement, moving to other questions, and other directions to probe again in the direction he wanted the conversation to go.

So, Mycroft gave him a little, "If you are stating that my intelligence makes me lonely, I suppose that is true. Still, there are worse things."