"Oh, is that why you went for the honey," Watson smiled indulgently. "Once again, your immoral tendencies surface."

He rose, though, stretching, and headed off to the bathroom to obediently run a bath for the two of them. "By the way," he called conversationally over his shoulder, through the open door and over the rush of water, "I have no plan of parading around shirtless for anyone but yourself. What would it do to give people the idea that I make myself available for such activities, when they're reserved for you and you alone?"

It never hurt, he thought, to appeal to Holmes's vanity, though he meant what he said.