“Aren’t you always saying you know the city better than anyone else?” Greg leaned back in his chair, watching the pacing detective.
“I don’t have time to play tour guide,” groused Sherlock.
“My cousin is only in town for two days.” Greg got to his feet and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s waist, nuzzling his neck. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Still grumbling, Sherlock leaned into the touch. “You better.”
“Good.” Greg kissed his cheek. “And taking her to morgue and where the homeless hang out on the Thames doesn’t count as tourism. Though…she might actually enjoy that.”
Sherlock turned in his arms, curiosity in his voice. “Really?”
“Yeah, I think you’ll get along just fine.”