" Hedgehog?" asks a very confused Sherlock. I look at John and see that he's very annoyed. Ah, so he knows. Sherlock looks at John, " I can kind of see it..."
"Now isn't the time to decide whether I look like a hedgehog or not!" half shouts an exasperated Watson as he steps forward and grabs my gun.
"Right. Sorry," says Sherlock a bit sheepishly as he looks back at me. " Back to the real question. How did you do it? I saw you shove a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger."
I chuckle, "Oh, Sherlock. You see, but you do not observe." I say in a mocking tone, " It was eeeeeasy... Just some fake blood and an empty gun. That and a little friend of mine."
" Friend? What friend?" asks Watson. The poor clueless, ordinary little man. So adorable.
I grin, "Sebastian Moran, of course."
