You speak as if you're afraid, Saber.

[He says it easily - but gets up and walks a gentle circle around the Servant, keeping his eyes on him the entire time -

(round and round the web is woven, round and round)

- Until finally stopping and casually looking below, watching the people as they still exit the building.]

It's been a pleasant chat, but I must be going before they wrongly assume I set the other building on fire.

[With a flourish, he gives a dramatic bow - one Sherlock will notice is the bow a man gives to his partner after a dance.]

Until we meet again, Servant Saber.