Disclaimer: I own neither Sherlock Holmes nor his faithful companion, John Watson. I do, however, greatly enjoy toying with them.
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Acting
"Watson, do refrain from staring at down at me as if I am to fade away. I am not nearly so fragile." The eyes snapped open to reveal a most mischievous intention and I nearly started when my companion sprang up from the settee to retrieve a cigarette.
"I say, Holmes, you must have eyes in the back of your head! And, I highly doubt that you should smoke tobacco at a time like this. Your body needs fuel."
"Ha! You are so relentless, Watson. I must commend you for your earnestness. You are a bit of a slow learner, I am afraid." He shot me an assuring smile before striking a match against the sideboard and lighting the slightly damaged cigarette fixed between his fingers.
"Holmes, what-" I began, but the man stopped me before I could finish.
"I believe, my dear Watson, that you are about to question me as to my behavior."
"Well, yes. One moment you are at death's door, and the next you chastising me for my incredulity!" He smirked.
"Mrs. Hudson is a most persistent woman. I do hate to refuse her meals and she hates it as well. No doubt a sick man would be free of such nagging... acting is a most valuable hobby, Watson. You should take it up."