Sherlock chewed and swallowed. "Are you trying to feed me?"
"If you're passing off as your girlfriend, it's got to look normal."
"And it's natural for girlfriends to feed their boyfriends?"
Molly shrugged. "Some do." She fed him another canapé.
"Having fun, Mr. Holmes?" Molly looked up and saw a beautiful, dark haired woman staring down at Sherlock.
"I'm not complaining, Woman." Sherlock stated.
Molly thought it was very rude that Sherlock called her woman. Didn't she have a name?
The Woman seemed to notice Molly for the first time. "Who are you?"
Molly tried to smile. "Molly Hooper."
"My girlfriend." Sherlock clarified.
The stranger raised an eyebrow. "Irene Adler." She introduced herself. "I guess you haven't gotten him laid yet?"
Molly turned beet red.
"Pity," Irene continued. "I've already slept in his bed."