[Private]
I do endeavor to help educate and inform, and better the world, by ridding it of one gag reflex at a time. In fact, that is what they will say about me when I'm gone: "He helped us all gag a little less, by being so utterly disgusting. And...socks."
I know, you generally have an aversion to clothing that I find both sexy and endearing. It would be difficult if you were teeny and we didn't get to snuggle. I'd have to keep you in the bend of my elbow or tucked behind an ear. Or you'd probably nest in my hair with the cat. And froof, as that's what you do best.
That said, you shouldn't be silly and say that. It's actually good that you did mention it, since that way we can be a couple of bloody married adult type people and talk it out, even if we do so loudly and with pointy fingers at one another and things that we find offensive or that we should take notice of.
You're really quite welcome, love. I have absolutely no intention of dying, and...my actual boss is in London, so that might take a bit of a jaunt to get to him in his supply closet that's doubling as MI-13's office. But if you'd like, then please kick him and break his kneecaps for me.
You really shouldn't worry. I doubt there's anything rotten that's going to happen. I'll probably be reading and/or writing out more sarcastically written casefiles.
If you see any boxes marked "socks" though, that's codeword for "top secret."