"Oh, very well then." Watson kissed him, playfully. He was reluctant to get up again so soon after having settled down, but at least getting the presents now could mean they could settle more permanently before they at last retired to bed. "If you cannot wait, I shall indulge you in this."

He rose again, placing his cigarette in his mouth again, and crossed the room to his desk. He'd hidden -- sort of -- Holmes's presents in the bottom drawer. He had to suppose there wasn't really any place he could really hide them. If Holmes wished to seek his presents out ahead of time, Watson could not have prevented it, but it at least seemed a place unlikely for them to be happened upon accidentally.