If there's one thing Sherlock absolutely cannot stand, it is being right - knowing he is right - knowing that the other person knows that he is right - and the other person refusing to acknowledge it.

The rage, however, managed to only boil in his eyes - cold and grey and sharp as a knife.

He smiled, the thin edge of a razor blade.

"Yes, I'm certain that the populace will be so very moved by thievery and lies," He said icily, through his smiling teeth.