"Hmm," he murmurs, drawing out of the kiss and leaning his head back against the couch as he thinks. "Your genius, your mentor, your flatmate, which isn't quite as noble as the first two." He grins at Watson, casually tracing the edges of Watson's waistcoat. He actually isn't in a hurry to have sex; he is quite enjoying just having Watson to himself, all their attention on each other.

"Your Father Christmas, for that matter. What do you think, my dear; have you been a good boy this year?" he asks with a teasing glint in his eye.