[The thought of Sherlock gyrating stiffly on a stage somewhere while drunk women having a hen's night hoot and holler and stuff banknotes in his waistband is almost too much, and she laughs again, a real one this time, shaking a little with the force of it.
Head tilted, clearly teasing,]
I respected you after that terrible vicar impression, didn't I?
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Head tilted, clearly teasing,]
I respected you after that terrible vicar impression, didn't I?