I waged you thought being off guard in my company would lend you in a less pleasant position?

[ she smiles. ]

I have no plans to hurt you, John Watson. Nor do I have any motivation to.

[ she slips into her shoes, high heeled and dark blue and steps past him, all perfume and red lips. a moment before she's gone she'll lean and press a kiss to his cheek. ]

I trust we shall meet again.

[ and then she's gone. the only proof of her being there is her empty cup of tea and a little drawing on the edge of the napkin she used; a well detailed peony in blue ink. ]