[ He watched him, and leaned against a wall, slipping a hand in his pocket to toy with his own communicator, who was screeching at the lack of service. As was Sherlock's. ]

I'm afraid not. I'm not that kind of man, Mr. Holmes. I'm just a politician who doesn't really have the kind of job that lends for having a vibrant dating life. It's not a huge deal, it's just the way things are. Surely you can understand that, right?

[ If there was one thing Mitchell could do, he could sell the lie. He gave him a half-smile, in the dark. ]

Could you imagine the fresh hell that dating a politician is? Especially an import politician?