Swallowing his surprise, his irritation, his delight, Watson took a sip of his beer. He hadn't expected a disguise, but after consideration, perhaps he should have. "Well, he has kept me waiting for an awfully long time," he said, lightly.

There was something rather... well, dangerously exciting about the fiction of being approached in a restaurant by a sailor looking for company. Part of him protested that it was unwise, even as a joke, but then... well, they were both in diguise.

Watson drained his beer, and lifted his head to look Holmes in the eye. His expression was challenging. "Very well, I accept your offer. Why don't you lead the way, then?"