"Oh, one cannot truly love a perfect being. Worship, yes, but not love."

Watson's smile was very warm, very affectionate, faintly amused. He meant what he said; he could not imagine loving Holmes any other way than the way he was, either. "I don't believe the Pope is infallible, but I'm not Catholic, am I? I believe in you."

Perhaps he was being overly sentimental. He couldn't quite care, either. "I'm not sure I could love you more. It would not be possible."