_ Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock? To you?

_Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm going to kill you anyway, some day. I don't want [bad word] it, though. I'm saving it up for
something special. No, no, no, no, no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you.

_ But we both know that's not quite [bad word] 
Well, I'd better be off.
Well, so nice to have had a proper chat.

_ Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face. Cos I'd be surprised, Sherlock. Really, I would. And just a teensy bit...disappointed. And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes.
_ No, you won't!

_ Sorry, boys. I'm so changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.