No. There are a few people I'm not like that with. Major Sholto, Mrs. Hudson, Greg--DI Greg Lestrade. I wouldn't really call it paranoia with Sherlock, either, when he might knock me out with drugs in my tea for a few hours. Or light my dresser on fire. Or whatever the hell is in his head for an experiment.

[He waves a hand both to end that thought and avoid having to find a response to her second comment. 'Thanks' seems trite.]