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”Summer” the soldier laughs, “do you mind?”
“That is /creepy/. Truth, or I’ll stick this down your shirt.” Summer stalks toward him, grinning a little.
Mordred takes a step back, observing her for a moment. “You’re forgetting, I’m stronger than you and faster than you,” he reminds her, “well — you know the other day I went to visit Sherlock and I heard – uhm things. Then I saw you come out of his apartment and put two and two together.”
“You are by no means /faster/ than me.” Summer drops the snowball and brushes off her gloves. “And here I thought we were being so discreet.”