Sitting at the kitchen table John sat down his tea abruptly and gave his partner a long hard stare. Taking a deep breath he let it out slowly as Sherlock ignored him and continue to lean against the counter, persuing the morning paper.
"What exactly did you mean by that remark?"
"Oh really John, do pay attention."
"I said that I found it interesting that your colleague Dr. Lecter practices Anthropophagy."
"Anthropophagy.."
"Yes the ~"
John gritted his teeth.
"I know what Anthropophagy means Sherlock."
"What I don't understand is why you waited until now, to tell me I have been having a Bloody Cannibal over for tea for the past week."
Looking up Sherlock folded the paper tossing it haphazardly onto the cluttered counter.
"I did not bring it up because I did not believe it to be important."
"Not Important~."
John growled.
"Really John I had not expect you to be one to be biased to an individual, based simply upon their alternative lifestyle."
"Alternative lifestyle."
John deadpan.
"Yes"
Sherlock replies back dryly.
"Besides you were never in any danger, Dr. Lecter and I had a little talk. You belong to me John and it would have been extremely rude of him to poach anything that I have already claimed."
Anthropophagy: The eating of human flesh by human beings.