"Recently," he answers sourly, "and I'm not really in the mood for sex right now, Watson. Can't you see that I'm sick?"

He isn't particularly interested in fighting Watson off, as his bed does sound good; he does feel like he could actually sleep sometime soon, and this blanket is hardly doing a proper job of keeping him warm. He goes easily with Watson, except when it comes time to support his weight on his leg. Pain jolts up to his hip, and he gives a small yelp of pain, mostly out of surprise, as he loses his balance and falls back into his chair.