Stamford, mused Holmes in aggravation, was so very infuriating it defied belief.

Of course logically speaking it was not as though the man was actually privy to the largest of reasons any and all room mates were denied outright, despite the increasing need for Holmes to escape her current 'accommodation', should it deserve the label, but surely the blatantly obvious ones were staring the damned man in the face? Nobody could miss the lack of consideration for social niceties... or perhaps he was just that unobservant.

The constant unending drone was growing increasingly difficult to tune out- and all over a slip of the tongue when the infernal man whined about his own room mates!- and so with a frustrated sigh she turned to face him, sharply.

"If," she growled, "you so desire me to have company in Baker Street, then by all means, do please point me to somebody willing!"