[ there it is: uncouth. through her courses the satisfaction of being exactly right, which the high and its hazy grip makes molasses-thick and thus deeply pleasurable.

she is so close to his ear that he will both hear and feel her exhale and its undercurrent of a laugh. ]

Wherever in his time I may be, this world is having only one Herlock Sholmes. [ the nuance to this is infinite, and were she actually sober then almost certainly that would be enough to quell her urges. instead, the opium dictates she tread deeper into these waters. to do so naked, so to speak. ] You will be my husband. Herlock Sholmes is my husband. You are Herlock Sholmes. All three are true. Why should you need to wait? Tell me what troubles you.