Well, lucky for you, I'm like the Sherlock Holmes of personality types! Let's solve the mystery of your heart together. 😉

"Well, how about that! We're already finding similarities...except I'm a girl, of course. Fancy yourself a Sherlock?"

"Are you a mystery? Because every moment with you feels like piecing together the perfect Sherlock adventure."

Haha, you think you're Sherlock Holmes now? I'm like a ninja in camouflage pajamas. Good luck finding me! 😉

"Just like Sherlock from BBC, I've deduced that we're a perfect match."

"My friends say I'm a mix of Sherlock Holmes and Chandler Bing. But my family just calls me the 'resident comedian' - so, take your pick!"

"Are you a detective? Because I'd never leave you alone, I'd be like Sherlock Holmes on a caffeine spree!"

"Consider me your personal Sherlock, darling. Every mystery about you, just makes you more irresistible."

Do you have a name, or can I call you mine? Just kidding, call me Sherlock, 'cause I'm deducing that smile!

"Your love's a mystery, deeper than the sea; If I can be your Sherlock, would you be my eternity?"

"If you were a case, I’d never close it; every moment with you is a thrilling new chapter."

If you were a detective, you'd be Sherlock Holmes. Me? I'm just trying to decode your love like Floyd Leech deciphers clues.

Are you an genius sociopathic detective?

Because I’d like to be sherlocked in your arms all night

Being without you is worse than going to a matinee of Les Mis with my parents."

Can I touch your Belstaff?

Chicks dig scars, eh? Well, just call me Major Sholto.

Do you want to see some More-iarty of me?

Don’t hate the dragon slayer. Hate the game.

Forget the crime scene… The only body I want to be checking out is yours.

Hey girl, I deleted the solar system to make room for important things... like you.

I bet you can make me scream… and I don’t mean like Claudette Bruhl.

I calculate that there are thirteen possibilities once I invite you into my bedroom.

I always hear ‘s**... my face’ when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.

I don’t need Anderson’s Reichenbach theory to show you how hypnotizing I can be.

I fell for you harder than Rupert Graves in the gag reel.

I guess people can stop calling me The Ice Man, because you’ve melted my heart.

I heard you like a man in uniform, so I keep mine on even when it tries to kill me.

I heard you want the D… and I’m not talking about deductions.

I know you’re not some character from Lord of the Rings, because I honestly care what you think.

I see you frequent Speedy’s Cafe… You must like some Sherlock inside of you.

I think about Redbeard when I want to calm down, but I think about you when I want to get excited.

I think you’re 221-beautiful.

I think you’re cooler than the head in our fridge.

I want to have more meetings with you than Magnussen had with the prime minister.

I want to Lestraddle you.

I want you Anderneath me.

I want you wrapped around me more tightly than my purple shirt.

I wish I was Irene’s phone just so I could get into your cleavage.

I would disguise myself as a French waiter to stop you from proposing to someone else.

I would let you call me Myc.

I would love you even if you canonically did not exist yet.

I would love you even if you made post-mortem jokes about my hip.

I would love you even if you messed up my sock index.

I would never tell you to f-cough.

I would propose to you even if I didn’t need to break into your boss’s office.

I would solve a skip code and steal a motorcycle for you.

I would spend the night at your place even if it was a scuzz dump.

I would turn back your watch during your friend’s fake suicide just to spend more time with you.

I.O.U. a fall… into my bed.

I’d help you hunt down a hound even if I was on holiday.

I’d let you stay in my bedroom even if you didn’t need the space.

I’d love to get mail from you, even if it was just an envelope full of bread crumbs.

I’d rather look at you than Sherlock’s crime scene photos.

I’d watch Glee for you.

I’ll be your goldfish if you’ll be my division.

I’ll walk your dog… Even if you don’t have one.

I’m a fan of yours— type B, that is.

I’m going to write you a love letter… I don’t have to prove it; I just have to print it.

I’m like Anderson’s beard… I’ll grow on you.

I’m not very good at expressing my feelings, so please understand what I mean when I say that my name is actually a girl’s name.

I’m not your housekeeper. The only thing of yours I want to keep is your love.

If I had only a minute and twenty-nine seconds left to live, I’d want to spend that time with you.

If I was looking for a friend in a drug den, I wouldn’t just be browsing— I’d be looking for you.

If you be my goldfish, I promise to keep you plenty wet.

If you got away from me, I’d be so upset, I’d start kicking a tire.

If you left me, I’d do anything to get you Reichen-back.

If you think Sherlock’s a freak, just wait until you see me in the bedroom.

If you were my drug, I wouldn’t need a case to justify doing you.

If you’re Henry Knight, can I be your Henry Steed?

Is there a ball under my armpit, or did you just make my heart stop?

Let’s adopt cats together… Hounds drive me crazy.

Let’s have a relationship that’s in a good place and very affirming.

Makeover queen? No, I’m the makeout queen.

May the problems of your future be my privilege?

Mrs. Hudson may have stolen my skull, but you have stolen my heart.

My anaconda don’t want none unless you got glow-in-the-dark buns, hun.

My anaconda don’t want none unless you got guns, hun.

My friendship isn’t the only thing that can give you warmth and constancy.

My love for you burns like the A.G.R.A. flash drive.

My love for you isn’t like Lord Moran’s bomb— it doesn’t have an off switch.

My mustache isn’t the only thing I’d shave for you.

People are basically fond, but not as much as I am.

Redbeard isn’t the only one I’d like to be petting.

Solving crimes isn’t the only thing I have a vacancy for.

Stabbing isn’t the only thing I’d like to do to you in the shower.

The thought of being without you scares me more than a Baskerville Hound.

theimprobableone will use capital letters before I stop loving you.

Wanna go have a drink on every street where we found a corpse?

Wanna see my secret tattoo?

We think you’re smoking, and that’s not just because we pulled you out of a bonfire.

When I asked if you came for me, I didn’t just mean to the drug den.

Whip me like one of your dead girls.

Why bother telling me what I should put on a t-shirt? It’s just going to end up on your floor in a moment anyway.

Why don’t you go ‘right the way down’ on me?

Why don’t you play Operation with me instead? You’ll never have to handle a broken heart.

Why have a meat dagger when you can have my D.I. Swagger?

Will you be the Robin to my Hat-Man?

Without you, my heart is like the coin that Mary shot… There’s an empty hole in it.

Would you still love me even though you’re made of hair and I’m made of eyeliner?

You always feel love, but you don’t have to fear it.

You can imagine the Christmas dinners, but I’d much rather you be there to experience them yourself.

You could make me feel alive even if I were one of Molly’s cadavers.

You don’t have to say ‘Vatican Cameos’ to get me to go down."

You don’t need Connie Prince. You’re already the most beautiful thing in the world.

You give me life, and not just because Lazarus is go.

You make me blush so much, my face is the same color as Jennifer Wilson’s wardrobe.

You make me come to life like the Geek Interpreter’s comics.

You make me more out of breath than Mycroft on a treadmill.

You make me more speechless than John asking me to be his best man.

You make me wetter than a fireplace that’s just met Magnussen.

You put the ‘bae’ in Baker Street.

You should come home with me instead. Your wife is AGRA-vating.

You smell cleaner than Kenny Prince’s cat.

You’re hotter than The Dynamics of Combustion.

You’re so great, even my shirt is giving you thumbs up.

I'd smile and wink at you even if it didn't humanize me. (Sherlock)

Are you Mr. Summerson? Because I’d like to f**... your testicles.

I would m**... a blackmailing newspaper proprietor for you.

I would punch the chief superintendent just because he called you a w**....

When I said I’d get you off, I wasn’t just talking about the m**... charge.

My love for you is bigger than Henry Knight’s house.

You’re the West to my Wood.

I don’t mind if you’re on your period… We’ll just call it an Urban Bloodlust Frenzy.

I love you more than Carl Powers loved his shoes.

Is your meat dagger on Twitter? Because I’d like to get that on text alert.

John Watson? More like John Hot-son.

When you called me ‘nurse,’ were you really just making do, or were you trying to roleplay?

You’re the boomerang to my hiker… Throwing you away would kill me.

Your smile shines brighter than an inexplicable matchbox.

Lestrade? More like l**...-rade.

I only have earbuds for you.