Mycroft/Irene
"Yes, though it would surprise you, or maybe not, that my clients seldom seek my services to actually fuck. Like many in power, they long for someone to take all their troubles away. I... just take a little more than they realize. It's so easy to get whatever you want from somone when... oh, I'm sure you're not interested in the details."
"Touche." Though sometimes she doubted Sherlock was completely clueless, just refusing to acknowledge that he was remotely human. "It went well, I suppose. Surprised that you haven't got transcripts and video yet. Or have you already read and watched everything?"
"Krypton?" Irene turned to face the door, then back to Mycroft. "Granted, I've never seen much of that or read the comics, I'm pretty certain that Superman was a guy. Or is she supposed to be the other one? His cousin, wasn't it? Thought she was blonde. But, if that is true, would be the only one to make certain that you stick to your diet. Im guessing that she's one of yours now? Or is all that seeing through walls and such just comic book mumbo jumbo?"