"Liar!" He liked a good lie as much as the next person, it made everything so much spicier. Delicious! He just also liked to yell and he did his best to take every opportunity possible to yell. It got the blood moving, it was like a good, cold shower or a nice stiff drink. "Maybe not so much about the spiders. But spiders have uses, darling. Dearest. Sherlock. We both know that. Homeless for you. Criminal sorts of absolutely all kinds for me. Won. Der. Ful. "

Jim reached up to come an inch or so from Sherlock's hair, as if he might pat down curls that were slightly damp from the snow.

"If your heart was capable of love, you would love me. I'm so much better than your lapdog. I come when called too," he grinned, never quite sure if Sherlock understood the racier things he said meant.

Such a shame.