"Agreed," Watson said, emphatically. He was feeling very sticky, himself, and while the process in which he had become such had been entirely worth it, he was not going to bed in such a state.

He arched his neck under Holmes's teeth, forcing a long-suffering sigh. He really did love the sensation of being bitten, had had few partners in the past who had seemed to so enjoy biting him, but it did carry with it some unfortunate side-effects. "Look at this, look at me. I must look like the chewtoy for a whole litter of puppies," he lamented, although not very seriously. "But up you get, off my lap," he urged. "Let's the both of us share a bath and get the last of this honey off of us."