[He did know what Sholmes meant to say. Or rather, he suspected it. Hearing it from the man's own mouth serves as vindication for that. Even so, knowing what Sholmes meant to ask and agreeing with the sentiment are two very different things, since he doesn't agree.

His fork is lowered in an absentminded manner, and as for the knife, it's put down entirely. He frowns across the table for a few seconds, then shakes his head.]

No. Certainly not in a purposeful manner, but when it comes to your reckless nature... Well, I'm prepared for that, aren't I? I've had more than enough years to grow accustomed to that sort of thing.