[Sherlock furrows his brow when Irene interrupts his mental charting. He draws himself up to full height again so he can look down at her skeptically. Had they not just been dueling on the beach, or did he dream that part of the evening?
He places one hand on her bare shoulder, and cups her face with the other. They were gentle actions, but his icy gaze remains as penetrating as always.]
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He places one hand on her bare shoulder, and cups her face with the other. They were gentle actions, but his icy gaze remains as penetrating as always.]
Are you being coy, Miss Adler?