With his wound cleaned, and dressed, and the numbing of the drug already taking effect, it was easy to let himself relax, finally. If Holmes was up to, well, taking care of him a little, he could let that happen. His eyes fell to the bullet still on the table; he'd had closer calls, but even so minor an incident shook him a little.

"Yes," he sighed. "Yes, please. Thank you." He steadied himself on the table as he rose, perhaps a bit unsteadily. "This isn't how I was hoping this evening would carry out, you know."