He shivers when the sponge first touches him, but soon calms down, and he nods at Watson by way of his answer.

"Even sick, it seems I can't deny the appeal of being bathed by you for very long at all." He smirks faintly and lets his eyes close, for his eyelids are too heavy at present to keep them open for very long. He takes a long drag and tries to focus on Watson's presence rather than the pain in his leg.

"Is the fever very bad?" he asks, voice soft.