“Sherlock, hush. Stay out of it. Anyway, it isn’t like you have much room to talk, is it?”
“Of course you are, Sweetie. I danced at your wedding.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
Meet another of my ships: Doctor/Master, the foe-yay that works it so hard that Paul Cornell, who actually writes for the show, attends convention seminars on the subject. (No word of a lie, I do in fact expect this one to one day canonically manifest, in maybe five years when TV stations are over the “OMG NOT TEH GHEYS” thing and the Beeb is no longer terrified that it’ll destroy a national treasure.)