Watson looked rather sheepish. "Lestrade seemed to want something to remember you by," he excused himself, halfheartedly.

Left alone with Holmes again, he wasn't sure where to begin, what to say. He gave Holmes a rather anxious little smile; dismissing Holmes entirely seemed a bit beyond him. Where would he go? Did he have some place to stay arranged already? Was he merely hoping to be welcomed back immediately with open arms?

"I think this all calls for a celebration," he said. "Besides the fact I need to see exactly what you've set up in the sitting room, I propose drinks, and good cigars."