"Pirates," Watson said thoughtfully. "Yes, I think I might be able to manage some pirates for you." He smiled, rather looking forward to the attempt. "And more satisfying, very well. I think I may be able to do something about that for you."

He was already trying to work out a likely plot line or two, ones that would be satisfying. The romance should start earlier, he suspected, with less preamble, more meat to it. It was strange to be considering how best to write a romance for Holmes, come to think of it.

"I don't think I'm quite up to writing erotica for you," Watson added, after a moment's thought, "so if that's what you mean by satisfying, I think you're rather out of luck."