He'd be so busy orchestrating the springing of Watson's presents onto his husband that he'd barely given any thought to being excited about his own, but now that he has the packages in his lap, he can't deny a small thrill of excitement. He's certain whatever Watson has bought for him will be something he'll enjoy -- Watson is good about that, good at buying presents and putting thought into things. With this in mind, it's difficult not to smile as he opens the first package to unveil some new violin strings.

"How perfect," he says with a smile, setting them aside, "I was near to running out."

And now the second package, and he admits to being slightly more surprised to see what he unveils here. It's the pipe he'd been admiring in the tobacco shop, the new one that looked rather stunning, in his opinion, but what's more is that while he'd admired it when he and Watson were in the shop one day, he'd never said a word about it. He looks up, his smile broadening.

Perhaps the best present of all is that he never said a word about liking this pipe, but here it is, in his hand.

"My darling, you scintillate." He leans in to give Watson a somewhat fierce kiss.