"You don't seem like the type of person who would like slushes." Rose raised her brow. "and what kind of person is that?" She asked. "Someone who doesn't dress like a member on congress and keeps a list of people who barrows pencils from them." Veronica said smiling.
"And what shall we deduce about his heart?" Oh gee...I don't know Mycroft...maybe that your little brother, the one who YOU say is a machine and doesn't feel anything towards anyone...actually loves someone. Someone who he knows won't hurt him. Someone who keeps him sane. Someone who will gladly save his life if it means giving his own. That person is John Watson.