Good answer. Something light to give him the energy he'd need to fight, but not to work against him. Smart on his part.
Then John tries to initiate conversation and Sherlock just glances at him with a slight furrowed brows.
"Proper?" He asks, wanting John to clarify, but then he'll just keep talking anyway. "I tend to do what I want, not go by what I seem to be." He's not insulted, as John seems more interested than trying to slight him.
"One could say that about you, you hardly seem to be the sort to come back here." To get back into the whole Ranger deal. If anything it could very well work for John, keep people on their toes, if he ends up being more than he looks.
"You've a normal and disarming appearance, but I'm sure there is more to you, isn't there, John?" He eyes him almost inquisitively, but then looks away once they come to the Combat Room. There are only the people who were here to see if they were compatible with John, himself and Mycroft. His brother waves them in when he sees them and Sherlock brings John on over.
"Ah, here we are. Good, now warm up along with the others, we'll begin as soon as you're ready." The elder Holmes instructs. Sherlock merely stands beside his brother, watching everyone in the room, arms folded over his chest, fingers rapping against his left arm.
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Date: 2013-08-05 12:21 am (UTC)Then John tries to initiate conversation and Sherlock just glances at him with a slight furrowed brows.
"Proper?" He asks, wanting John to clarify, but then he'll just keep talking anyway. "I tend to do what I want, not go by what I seem to be." He's not insulted, as John seems more interested than trying to slight him.
"One could say that about you, you hardly seem to be the sort to come back here." To get back into the whole Ranger deal. If anything it could very well work for John, keep people on their toes, if he ends up being more than he looks.
"You've a normal and disarming appearance, but I'm sure there is more to you, isn't there, John?" He eyes him almost inquisitively, but then looks away once they come to the Combat Room. There are only the people who were here to see if they were compatible with John, himself and Mycroft. His brother waves them in when he sees them and Sherlock brings John on over.
"Ah, here we are. Good, now warm up along with the others, we'll begin as soon as you're ready." The elder Holmes instructs. Sherlock merely stands beside his brother, watching everyone in the room, arms folded over his chest, fingers rapping against his left arm.