[Oh no, not a child. Sherlock arches an eyebrow at him, deciding not to patronise him with niceties and heading straight for sarcasm.] No. Perceptive deduction.
[Coming across a strange man in his house would normally frighten him, but not after that little barb. Diogenes fixes Sherlock with a cold look, one that's a little too advanced for a seven-year-old.] If you wish to wander in strange buildings, I'm sure the authorities would be perfectly happy to escort you to the sheriff's office.
Fantastic. I look forward to meeting him. Intelligent conversation that I don't have to crick my neck downwards for will be so refreshing. [That was a compliment- as well as a barb about Diogenes' relative height and youth.]
You're a very odd person. [Considering most of Diogenes' relatives are completely insane, including a favorite aunt who poisoned her entire family over dinner, that's saying something coming from him.]
Diogenes Pendergast. [There's a moment of hesitation as Diogenes studies him with distrust.] I'd appreciate it if you told me what you were looking for.
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Okay, so- haven't a clue what's in Diogenes' house. Any ideas?
God, what isn't in his house?
Haha. Lovely.
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