"You have never seen the facilities I have then." Tidy was hardly an apt word for the utter chaos that occurred in all the police-affiliated laboratories he had ever seen. A couple times since starting here, Sherlock had been hired out to temporarily supplement the forensics team at the department, and if he was given the choice, he wouldn't go back. Mal's sarcastic retort about him being fun fell on deaf ears. Sherlock had long since become accustomed to the fact people judged him and otherwise found him abrasive, harsh or disinterested. Thirty years of learned apathy formed a barrier between himself and them.
Experiments, facts, and theories were what Sherlock had always clung to, and they were what fit him best. Over the years, he had detached himself further and further from his emotions, things he never had a complete grasp over, things that only got in the way. Feelings had made his childhood difficult, had bottomed him out so that he was nearly a part of the prison system and if he could abstain from them, he would be all the better.
"Just like the majority," Sherlock stated, almost disappointed he was right. The case he had dreamed of had made him somewhat jaded to the criminal world, but actually carrying out a plan that complex was too much for the common criminal by far.
With so little evidence to go off of, Sherlock couldn't form any concrete deductions about the behaviour of the man in question. This was a man of carnal pleasures and violence, that Sherlock could say, but of his usual habits and the like, he had nothing. For that, he would need to go out into the field, and unlike the man in his dreams, Sherlock did not do that.
"That would seem to be the next course of action." Despite his initial judgments of the man, Sherlock had little doubt that Mal was capable enough to catch this man he was after if he was able to follow the criminal's most likely obvious trail. "It seems like my door is always open," Sherlock replied, and that was as close to a real invitation as he was likely to get for now.
Taking Mal's extended hand, he answered. "Sherlock Holmes."