[Pause, because he's realizing. He's always had an inkling about Kay's origins; even if the 'Agent' part weren't a dead giveaway, there were other signs... he'd been thinking CIA, FBI. But it's something different, isn't it?
After cutting himself off, Sherlock starts to laugh: a low, bitter chuckle.]
Oh, God, no, don't tell me. You're from some type of secret division. The sort conspiracy nuts can never prove exist. You're actually it, aren't you?
[Muttered, to himself:] God, I need a cigarette...
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[Pause, because he's realizing. He's always had an inkling about Kay's origins; even if the 'Agent' part weren't a dead giveaway, there were other signs... he'd been thinking CIA, FBI. But it's something different, isn't it?
After cutting himself off, Sherlock starts to laugh: a low, bitter chuckle.]
Oh, God, no, don't tell me. You're from some type of secret division. The sort conspiracy nuts can never prove exist. You're actually it, aren't you?
[Muttered, to himself:] God, I need a cigarette...