Jessica | Sherlock
"You would never use a hand grenade on me, Miss Jones," he said with a smirk. He took a sip of his glass of whiskey, and eyed his girlfriend for a brief moment. "Okay, yes, you would. It just would take a lot more than that comment to get you to do so."
Of course Sherlock would keep her from falling on her face. For various reasons. He had talked her into wearing the heels, she was his girlfriend, and he truly did not want to see her falling on her face.
"Oh, I am so intimidated by your dancing skill." He grinned at her, and leaned in to kiss her quickly. "I would never compare with ending on top of you... I have a feeling you knew that already, though."