Dinner? –JW

Dull. –SH

Dull? –JW

I'm nobody's 'Plan B'. You had reservations at a fancy Italian restaurant at 6. It was intended to be a date, as it is Valentine's Day. She cancelled on you, and now you're asking me. One doesn't just decide to go out to dinner with a friend on such a day when there's someone whom they're interested in. –SH

Well, Mr. "Married to my Work" isn't exactly fit to be my 'Plan A', is he? I'm not gay, and you're not interested. –JW

Correct, you're not gay. You're bisexual (leaning towards females) and homoromantic. That's why your "girlfriends" never last. You're not romantically attracted to them. Married to my work? Has there been a single case you haven't helped me with? –SH

Are you trying to ask me out? You're doing a bloody awful job of it. –JW

I wasn't asking you out. Though I certainly wouldn't object to a meal that was slightly more meaningful than the ones we have shared in the past. –SH

Speak English, please, Sherlock. –JW

Dinner? –SH

Oh god, yes. –JW