Sherlock frowned. Could he really not figure out why he would do that? He felt a new emotion, anger, and frustration. Frustration was something he had known before. Mortals frustrated him all the time.. But this was more intense, much more than he had ever felt before.

He let out a long breath. He hated this, the longer he was in the Overworld, the more like a mortal he became. He wanted so badly to go back to Hell where he belonged, and take John with him.

"Think about it, John." he said, low and even.