Will... blinked, before dipping his head a little, his eyebrows going as high as they possibly can in pure disbelief. "Sherlock... Holmes?" He looked the guy over again, what he could see of him above the table. He had a British accent, but the man definitely struck him as contemporary rather than from a Victorian era. The few times he'd met James, the man had always struck him as someone ripped from the past and stuck in an era he was fascinated by but didn't quite belong in. Helen had adjusted somewhat better... anyway, this guy was completely modern. It would explain the intense interest in crime scenes, and his quick deduction of who Will was through whatever stories Magnus might have told (and he'll address that later, once this is taken care of) but...

Yeah, no.

Will leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and cocking his head a little to one side in a posture that screamed 'yeah, right'.

"As in, the Sherlock Holmes?" It wasn't exactly a common name, but a die-hard fan who was lucky enough to have that last name might have named a kid that. If they wanted their child to be bullied for the rest of their life, anyway. "Greatest detective, all that stuff?"

Don't mind the incredulous tone, Sherlock, he'll apologize later. Probably.