There was a twitch to his lips, one that most likely seemed like annoyance.

Key word: Seemed.

Conversations on the network were video and they were real-time, as fleeting as normal face-to-face interaction was. Their conversation had been several weeks ago and after Sherlock had been soundly punched in the face right beforehand.

So he was one for remembering the little details, apparently. And getting punched in the face by military stormtroopers for sticking his nose in places it wasn't supposed to go. And building computers out of primitive rubbish.

And the other one seemed rather ordinary.

But loyal. Protective, judging from the body language.

Promising. Very promising.

For a moment, he seemed as if he was going to bite out a nasty response, but then he broke character and smirked, figuring out a way to break character without having it go too far.

After all, he still wanted very much to have that conversation Sherlock had asked him for if they both survived the arena. and he had a better chance of that if the man was still actually willing to talk to him.

"I hate it when someone remembers something you said that you were hoping they wouldn't," he admitted with a shrug.

It sounded very human. Or at least human in the "this is just a normal person" sense of the word. An odd mix of annoyed and amused.

"I was aiming for inciting a feud and I had some very good snide, petty melodrama going there, but you just completely broke my stride."