The look in her eyes assures him he is right. Up until the charges blast the top few layers of skin off his hand.
"Sherlocked? I am sorry to disappoint, but not everyone here thinks with their sex organs. Some of us have enough blood to work our brains at the same time."
She leans forward, and his thoughts are temporarily wiped out, even the pain of the burnt phone husk in his palm. All washed away in the light cloud of her perfume. She rests her cheek against his and whispers.
"Only half-right, Mr. Holmes."
And without another word to either brother, Miss Adler is gone.