Sherlock rolled his eyes. He didn't give a shit whether he was unclothed in front of the Fates. It wasn't like he hadn't seen naked bodies before.

He turned away from the man and made a shooing motion.

"You do realize you aren't supposed to interfere, right?" He asked, slumping down on his throne, iddly watching dead souls waft past him towards the Pool of Souls.

"So why do you care what I do? What is wrong with playing with a mortal? This isn't the first time. Shouldn't you have stopped me about 4 eons ago?"