"Do you suspect I'm worried about you?" Irene asks, recalling the last conversation that took place between them in this bed. She can't keep the growing smirk hidden at her play on words. Her lips barely part, flashing a sliver of her teeth.

But unfortunately, that was the current extent of her information. Although Sherlock's additional details filled in a few of the gaps and answered most of her own questions. She would have to inquire further about this Ragusa, Inc. another day. Her business wasn't quite finished here, however.