"If I'd intended to make you feel better, I would have brought the morphine." Temporarily distracted for a moment, he took out his cellphone and typed away a quick text before he looked at House again.
The limp seemed the type that had gotten worse over time, meaning unlike Watson he hadn't been shot. He believed the man to be a Doctor and he also believe, by the slight redness of his eyes that he was either on something or just coming off it. There were few things Holmes new better than narcotics addiction.
Holmes reasoned that he was a relatively intelligent man, most sardonic souls were if he or Moriarty were any indication, and that meant immediately that Sherlock was just a little bit more interested in what turn this conversation might take.
"When was the last time you took any kind of medication?"