A laugh escaped him, but it wasn't friendly, it tasted bitter.
"Now you know how I feel," he said, leaving her momentarily confused. After a beat she realized he meant the abrupt kiss on the rooftop and swallowed, forcing herself to breathe evenly.
"If you are doing this because of that kiss I gave you on the roof, then stop. I only did it because I thought you were Mark, the guy we stumbled on at the entrance. Don't read it as an invitation; it was a mistake," she explained, but Silas scoffed, clearly not believing her.
"Do you go around kissing guys you just met? Who would buy that?" He shot back.
She smirked, "You know nothing about me, Sherlock. I only approached you because you are the type of man I sleep with. If I knew you had attachment issues, I wouldn't have bothered," and spat, unbothered by the sting of her own words.
