"So…" began Watson with a sly grin. "How are you and missus fairing these days?"
Mycroft did not bother looking up from his paperwork. "Doctor, we have been married all of three days, you are too proper of a man to ask such a thing, you would hardly come to my office, alone might I add, to ask such a thing, and, to top it all off, you are a horrible actor. Sherlock, if you want my help you need to swallow your pride and ask for it, so get your big nose out of my files this instant."
A disappointed "Damn!" resounded from the adjoining storage room.