"I hate you, you know that?"
"I know everything."
"I swear to God I'm going to throw you out of this flat, my flat-"
"No you're not, Molly Hooper. Don't be absurd."
Molly screeched frustratedly, glaring at a smirking Sherlock, who was sitting on the once-sofa. The leather had been torn to shreds by his latest experiment- a feral cat he had tried to tame.
"I'll...I'll torch your nicotine patches."
Sherlock's eyes didn't leave the cat.
"You're banned from tea."
His smirk grew more prominent.
"I'll invite Anderson over."
The consulting detective's neck made a sickening sound as it whipped round, his head facing his girlfriend. "You will do no such thing."