archcrawford:

_{“Mm, clearly I don’t.”}

_{“And what about you?”}

         _{❝Somebody's nose is growiiiing.❞}

         _{❝Pray tell; why do you want to know who I like —??❞}

archcrawford:

_{“—Clearly. I might, I might not.”}

         _{❝Clearly it’s the latter.❞}

_{“—Why are you so interested?”}

         _{❝Cause daddy is a nosey bugger.❞}

archcrawford:

_{“How are you always so… happy? Every time I hear someone singing it’s you.”}

_{“If there’s singing I think ‘Oh someone’s put their radio on a bit loud, oh no wait it’s just Jim bloody Moriarty at it again’.”}

         _{❝As a famous woman once song; 
            — I was born this way hey!
                  I was born this way hey!
                  I’m on the right track, baby.
                  I was born this way hey!❞}

archcrawford:

_{“…Was that meant for me or..?”}

         _{❝Mayhap.❞}

archcrawford:

“…”

          _{❝See you in the morn, gorgeous.
                      —- Tootles!❞}

archcrawford:

_{“Sweet talk? Is that what you’re calling it?”}

_{“And I shall be looking forward to seeing just how much of it you’ll believe.”}

     ❝Flirting, seducing, chatting up. Call it what you wish, honey.❞

archcrawford:

_{“Enough with the flattery. Clearly Mr Moriarty doesn’t know a thing about me.”}

     ❝My sweet talk too much for you, darling — ?❞

     ❝I’ll gain my fair share of knowledge on you soon enough.❞