[With these long arms, he certainly does fumble. Or rather, get himself briefly stuck in the long fabric as he pulls it over his head, his reply slightly muffled-]
I should offer you-
[Pullllllls and it finally slides off, leaving his hair in a state of disarray, his wig now completely sliding off. Sprezzatura doesn’t have to imagine much longer: what exists now is just a bare-chested Sholmes wearing a pair of bloomers to spare him from complete nakedness. Yes, bloomers. Might as well, to play the part.]
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I should offer you-
[Pullllllls and it finally slides off, leaving his hair in a state of disarray, his wig now completely sliding off. Sprezzatura doesn’t have to imagine much longer: what exists now is just a bare-chested Sholmes wearing a pair of bloomers to spare him from complete nakedness. Yes, bloomers. Might as well, to play the part.]
-a drink, at least?