Mycroft/Irene
"Surprise you lasted as long as you did. Congratulations." She merely grinned at the suggestion. "Doubtful. You are after all, a man in a great position of power, and people like that, don't fuck. Besides, we'd likely not be heard over the fireworks."
She accepted the cigarette, taking a drag after he lit it. "Don't trust me? Surely you know that I don't have to go poking and prodding through other's things to get secrets. I have them lined up to give them to me. Of course, I don't think they realize exactly all that they are there for. Such simpletons at times. And I'm sure that the masses don't even know what a mandate from them is. I never took you for one to quote Monty Python, either."
Tilting her head slightly, she glanced at him. "And it's good to see that your personal assistant is getting some results. She is your trainer, is she not? Even if one didn't know you were gay, she clearly has no idea what sex is, given her posture. Where on Earth did you find her?"