"Not long, I imagine." Watson reached to one side to dispose of his cigarette properly, and settled himself comfortably against Holmes. It was not the most natural position, and slightly awkward, but the bathtub allowed for it, and just then, he was going to settle like that. "At the rate we go, love, we shall run out of that particular novelty very quickly. We don't seem to really... ah, pace ourselves in that regard."

He chuckled, low in his throat, and he laid his hand over Holmes's stomach. He was glad to be clean, glad they were warm and together. He would not have been surprised to discover he was glowing with happiness, in a literal sense. "There's also not that much house to go through, either. The bedroom is a given, and boundary between the kitchen and the sitting room is tenuous at best. That only really leaves the study, and I'm sure we're up to that."