[Sherlock rolls his eyes.]

I don’t need to have someone sitting in my lap feeding me sycophantic niceties to find out what kind of person I get on with. What you mean is that you get to test how much you can stand of the things you generally are completely intolerant of like benign conversations about grooming products, who’s dating whom else, and ‘Oh, did you hear what Sally said about Nikki?’.

Dating is just biding your time until you can fulfill your masculine prerogative to mate. Base. Dull. Boring.