"Yes, it was decidedly not-boring around here for awhile," Sherlock said, without looking up as he was inspecting a mark in the mud. He seemed very interested in an ordinary-looking patch of dirt, but his attention was turned when he saw--and felt, rather, ice. "Vampires have a tendency to do that."

Sherlock Holmes was a consulting (and probably the greatest) detective in his world. He was also, due to the Carnival, more snake than man. He was covered in bright green scales, sporting clawed, webbed hands, and his face was mostly snake-like, snout and all. Even his blue eyes, still retaining their original bright color, were slitted and reptilian.

Which meant he was also cold-blooded and became lethargic around anything cold.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before."

A forked tongue flicked out in distaste. Cold. Ugh.