"Well, if I were dead then that would have been a huge loss," He began, leaning into her, kissing her back. "But now you won't have to buy one." He paused, the corners of his lips curling, "Unless of course, you would want me to use something on you."

"But what if you did have a sugar daddy?" Martin jested, his hand now going comfortably to her thigh. "Does Sherlock not want you to have one? What's his buy into this?" Concern for her well being? Martin was suspicious of this Sherlock.

"Then I'll have to spoil you in other ways." He pondered out loud, head turning before his lips went to her neck.