Is that a partial rebuke for his silence up until now? He frowns to himself; he'd barely even given that any passing thought whatsoever, had barely registered as important, because he'd seen to it and was rather lost to himself. He ignores it though, not wanting to fight, not sure if he has the energy for it.

"Very well. I hurt," he puffs again instead, and he reaches for Watson to pull him down into a more substantial kiss. "My thigh seems to be throbbing with my heartbeat. I'm miserable. Shall I remind you every hour or so?"