[Mycroft made a low grumbling noise as he finished up his text, tapping in his last message with more fervor than normal. He was going to have his day off, thank you, with none of this ... ridiculous ... hand-holding sessions.

He made a brief noise of frustration, before he hit send. There, done. Now he could put his full attention on the man standing in front of him. He offers a brief and harried smile.]

Not any longer. I have finished dealing with this level of idiocy, and may now put my attention on you.