"Of course he is." The briefest shadow of concern fell across his face, thinking to himself, then he was waving it off carelessly. "And you wanted to learn a few things about me, too, I'm sure. Powers of deduction. Really something, I should know."

He leaned over, draping across the kneeling angel statue, his grin just a fraction shy of derangement. "Let me tell you a few things about yourself, Sherlock. Or--would you rather I not?"