Having seen Game of Shadows...

[insists]

I won't say I'm not surprised. I'd really have thought that Mr Holmes would have been far more to your tastes.

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[intransigent]

[You better believe it.]

Really. What a strange assumption; to think that I have the capability to care for him at all. [He tries to keep that as under-wraps as possible, goodness Mary.]

[insists]

Without your skill, Mr Holmes, assumption is all I have to work with. [She lifts a finger to her lips, still smiling. Your secret is safe with her, Mr Holmes.]


I did mean to ask: my writer tells me your John doesn't have Gladstone with him.

[intransigent]

Yes, I imagine so. [~what secret?~]

Gladstone? No, he doesn't have any of that with him--he must have left it in the last century.

[insists]

[What secret indeed.]

Not it, who. Gladstone is John's dog, whom you are very fond of killing on a regular basis.

[intransigent]

What breed of dog is he? [So he can make sure that John gets another kind--the more differences the better.]

[insists]

You know John well. What kind do you think a man like him would prefer?



[trololololol <3 ]

[intransigent]

[8|]

A dog small enough to live in a flat but tough enough to compensate for that and aid in his everlasting quest for masculinity. Not a dog which sheds profusely, though, because he has to deal with patients. [That cuts out a lot of small dogs--leaving the more wiry-haired ones, out of which he pulls...] A bulldog, naturally.

[insists]

[She has to smile at the mention of John's masculinity. You are very good.] An English Bulldog, yes.