Watson jumped a little, turning to give Holmes a not-very-serious glare. "You are an incorrigible devil," he remarked, attempting to glare and failing utterly at it.

"At any rate, I am certainly not for sale." he asked, turning back to the bathtub to attend to the faucet. "The very idea. Nor do I make myself available for charity, if it comes to that. It's very selfish of me. Light me a cigarette, would you, love?"