"I was not aware I was explaining the concept of endearment and devotion to a child." The detective runs a hand through his black hair, ruffling the already messy curls. You studied how Sherlock's hair, served as a shocking contrast to his pale porcelain skin. At times he reminded you of a cynical ghost, quietly withdrawn from society until a case, so intricate and complex presented itself before him.
"I did not realize you were an expert on the subject, Mr. Holmes. I have entirely underestimated you. Tell me, my friend, would you sacrifice your life for me?" You paused for effect. "Do you love me, Sherlock?"