Watson is exquisite when he slips into his military actions; no, exquisite isn't the right word, it is not nearly masculine enough, but he can't be bothered to find the precise word for it just yet. It's something to consider later, when he is replaying this evening in his mind to savor it another time.

He loves Watson's rebellious kiss; he loves the rigidity in his posture, combined with his sheer nakedness, and it's worthwhile to sit for a moment and take in the sight before him: Watson nearly at attention and his cock, too. In another context it may seem ridiculous, but right now it's one of the most erotic sights, in Holmes's opinion.

Enough of that; he stands, infusing as much authority into his own expression and posture, and he steps aside, gazing intently at Watson.

"Sit," he says, indicating the chair he just left, and not embellishing his command with anything else.