Sorry, old chap. Haven't got it on me. But I'll see what strings I can pull if a trip back to London's in the future. [Like he's going to give up the name of his tailor. Oh please, Watson.]

Now you're pulling my leg. Have you any real proof of this? Anyone can slap on a grin and slip a lie or two into your head. [Sebastian know. He's well acquainted with that sort of situation.]