[It's not a question and something about the tone might give someone with less broad experience with alarmingly precise coincidences more immediate pause. As it is Dirk doesn't register it consciously, not yet. What he does do is glance up and nod amicably.]
My flatmate.
[Dirk leans fractionally closer as he says it, wearing a self-satisfied little smile as though this fact is a point of particular pride.]
He's going to hate this.
[There's no small amount of glee there too, though it's clearly not mean-spirited: he's aiming for a friendly sort of ribbing, not genuine upset. It's right about now, however, that Sherlock's tone and expression register properly and Dirk adopts an inquisitorial -- nosy -- squint, one hand coming up to aim a breezy point in Sherlock's general direction.]
Hang on, do you know him?
[And then, with an expression of dawning, gleeful realisation:]
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My flatmate.
[Dirk leans fractionally closer as he says it, wearing a self-satisfied little smile as though this fact is a point of particular pride.]
He's going to hate this.
[There's no small amount of glee there too, though it's clearly not mean-spirited: he's aiming for a friendly sort of ribbing, not genuine upset. It's right about now, however, that Sherlock's tone and expression register properly and Dirk adopts an inquisitorial -- nosy -- squint, one hand coming up to aim a breezy point in Sherlock's general direction.]
Hang on, do you know him?
[And then, with an expression of dawning, gleeful realisation:]
Are you new?