"We are setting the trap, Watson, and I would rather not use live bait," he says, only a little pointedly. He had thought that would be fairly obvious, but insulting Watson's observation skills doesn't seem exactly prudent at the moment.

"Besides, I think we both have the right to take him down."

That, add Holmes isn't sure he has quite the confidence necessary to take him down on his own, though he isn't eager to point that out to anyone. Moran had rattled him thoroughly, no doubt only because he'd been preying on Holmes during a valuable moment, when his mental state had been fragile. And being nearly shot by someone every few days tends to make one a little unsettled around that person, and Holmes doesn't think there's anything wrong about that.

He peers closely at Watson, at first just to make sure the makeup had been applied sufficiently, but then he realizes that he's kneeling in front of Watson and peering into his face, and his hands are resting on either side of his lap, and if he leaned in any closer, they'd be breathing in each other's air. He's fairly certain that emotion had appeared in his face, for it had taken him by surprise, and he turns away quickly, too afraid to see whatever reaction to it Watson might have.

"Now, you must dress the part," he says, forcing a brisk, casual tone to his voice.