"My moustache," Watson laughed, and kissed Holmes, more enthusiastically than he had been. "Why so attached to it? What would you have done if I had shaved it in the last three years?"

Not that that was even remotely likely. He hadn't been without a moustache since his army days, and had no intention of ever going without it again. He looked far too much like a mere boy without it.

"But I'll humour you. You may count on it remaining."