“Naturally.” Natasha shrugs, crossing her legs as she leans back in her chair, regarding Sherlock. Not her usual kind of mark at all. “I assume you’re far too busy to take a family recommendation. The poison will go unexplored then, the note incomprehensible.” She gathers up the file, pulling herself to stand. “Thank you for your time, Mr Holmes.”
Your powers of persuasion are appalling.
Thank you for stopping by.
Natasha raises an eyebrow, her own smirk flitting across her features as she turns back to the door, barely making a sound as she descends the staircase.
“You were the one who assumed that my aim was persuasion.”
