Ah…no. Our Cluedo board is still on the wall. I’d let him at it but I’m not in the mood for bickering about suspects and blades being thrown. Again.

The knife was not thrown, John. It was punctured. Don’t be stupid, it would be a shame to see you go that way.

Christ, Sherlock. I don’t care at this point. It was dangerous and I won’t let it happen again.

Hell, why does it matter?

Because you nearly nicked off my ear running around with it!