we-solve-crimes-i-blog-about-it:
Sherlock has flushed body parts down the toilet and put fingers in the recycling bin (and the council gave him a fine because of that)
ALSO:
“Can you feel that, John? Like the brush of silk on the back of your neck? That is the attention…
HOLY SHIT!!!
CAN YOU FEEL THAT, JOHN? LIKE THE HOWLS OF JOHNCROFT SHIPPERS IN YOUR EARS?
You know, I’d argue that obviously he’s not flirting with John, he’s threatening him. BUT FOR JOHN THOSE TEND TO BE THE SAME THING.
Sherlock: “Hey, John. Remember the day you were strapped into a bomb vest and pinned down by snipers and you thought death was an inevitability? BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE.”
Three pages later, Mycroft: ”HEY YOU FEEL THAT SILKY SNIPER DOT ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK?”