"Yes…Just like John hasn't gotten off in two weeks."
… Lestrade tried to smile as he glanced, unsure, at John who had become deathly silent as Sherlock continued to prattle on. His lips pressed together in a thin line, struggling to open wide enough for a sentence to come out coherently.
"Sherlock… Remind me to have a talk with you about personal boundaries again and that its NOT OKAY to give out personal information that that person hasn't given you EXPLICIT permission to share."
Sherlock glanced at Johns clenching fists and appeared to be amused, but those who have been around him long knew, that he was being smug.
"I haven't given anything away. We all know you've given yourself a bad reputation-"
"- and whose fault-"
"-and you refuse to sleep with fans, which, by the way, was a very good decision. Not a single one… Is something wrong?"
This time, he appeared genuinely confused to everybody.