Sherlock leaned back against the counter and sighed. No wonder he didn't do this very often, he thought, it was bloody hard work. "This will be the best meal you've ever tasted," he bragged arrogantly, knowing it wasn't true. "And you already know why I think this is a good idea...I need you. And not just for your cooking or your blog or your terrible deductions at crime scenes. Nor your tea making skills."
Sherlock noticed the box of tea bags resting on the side and picked them up, waving them in John's direction. "Speaking of which," he added with a grin, "Vuoi una tazza di tè?"
(( XD...hope my Italian's OK!! Used google translate, lol ))