A/N: My first short drabble, let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Sherlock is not mine in any way shape or form

It was so easy. Easy to drive her into that state where she was so flustered by him that he could bend her to his will and make her do practically anything he wanted.

A small compliment on how she looked, or anything to let her know that he had noticed her was enough. A few words and she was putty in his hands.

She wasn't the only one, he found that he could do the same to most women he came across and even the occasional man who's fancies lay in that direction. All of them were powerless to resist him once he turned on what they called charm. He could be charming he knew he could, just because he spoke the truth to people they assumed he had no notion of charm.

How wrong they were once he turned it on them.

As Molly turned away from him in the canteen, glowing from the compliment to her hair and ready to do his bidding, Sherlock Holmes relished how easy it really was.