He lights Watson's cigarette for him and hands it over to him once he returns to the sitting room. Placing his own unlit cigarette into his mouth, he shuffles into the bottom half of his pyjamas and sinks shirtless onto the sofa to light his cigarette.

"So we must either break the laws of the country, or break the laws of our bedroom," he returns, smiling. He reclines on the sofa in such a way so that he is sure he looks rather appealing, and he throws in a come-hither look, for added benefit. He lifts his cigarette to his lips, taking care to keep his gesture as light as possible. A little hand seduction never hurt. "What a dilemma we find ourselves in, hm, my darling Watson?"