[Sherlock takes a drink of the alcohol in front of him. Now, it's a game of patience. Plant the right suggestions. Another slight smile at the bartender. Drink. Once he's finished with the drink and orders another...

That's when he'll find out just how successful he's been.

"How long you been here?"]

Six months. Not really... social... Don't get out much, really.

[That's when the sound comes again and then there's a woman speaking to him.

Sherlock's eyes give him away, but the rest of his expression is demure, chastened.]

Right. Right. I'm sorry. [He can sound so sincere when he's lying.] Long story, and I can't get rid of the thing.