"Did you just call me clever?" he asked, smirking as he took a sip from the whiskey Jessica had poured for him. "A little bit of flattery will get you a long way, you know." Especially when the compliment was about his intelligence. Calling Sherlock clever could definitely be considered a compliment to his intelligence.
He arched an eyebrow at Jessica's question, and instead of responding right away, he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss against her lips. A nice, firm kiss.
"A fair few," he said, softly, as he pulled away from the kiss. "Women, men, it doesn't matter." Yes, perhaps Sherlock just admitted he kissed at least one man. He didn't care, he wasn't about to try to hide it. He found himself attracted to people not in terms of their gender.