*pants, groping at the finish line*
Pass
"I'll pass."
Jim chewed on his lip. "Sherlock, I don't think you understand—"
"I do understand what you're offering, the…magnitude of it," Sherlock assured him quietly. "But the reality of what you're offering me…cannot exist beside the reality of what I want more."
Jim wasn't swayed. "You don't really want me for an enemy," he commented blithely.
"I'm sure I can handle it," Sherlock quipped, smirking.
Jim considered him thoughtfully. "Well, I won't kill you. Yet. But Sherlock, know that I don't intend to leave you alone."
Sherlock exhaled. "I could have guessed."
Jim pouted. "Consider my offer, darling."
"I did," Sherlock said, turning to leave. "I'll pass."
Prompt was from czanghi, and it was: smirk