"Well, of course," she agrees cheerfully, eyebrows raised- everything about her suggests that she's being pleasant, charming, a people person through and through. Save for the riding crop and the see-through ensemble, that is, and the fact that she's flanked on either side by lipstick and dildos.

(All in a night's work).

For a moment she's all big eyes, mock innocent and genuinely patronising, cooing, "Everybody's got a kink, no matter who they are or where they come from." She smirks at him. "I bet that even goes for you, Mr Holmes."

It feels a little strange calling him Mr Holmes when it's his brother she's used to using that name for- but nevermind.