Sherlock ran his bow up and along the chords, hitting the strings in a sort of mad, swift unison before plucking at them more like a guitar and then hitting it back again with the bow, as if rushing through all the notes he wanted to play. He was watching Nikki with a tiny smile on his lips, amused. And, quite as suddenly as he had appeared with his bow and violin, he cut the music off abruptly and dropped his bow down to his side.

"It's nice to meet you in person."