Sherlock levered himself off the couch. "Right. Phone's in my coat, I'll give them a call."

The minute he'd moved out of their line of sight, Harry shifted in her chair, leaning over as close to her brother as she could get.

"John," she said, her voice low and serious. "I'm your sister, I have to do this. Just... tell me you really like this bloke and I won't say another word."