Being looked at like that inspires a very warm feeling in him, and he lingers for a moment once Watson's disappeared, laying in the bed and smiling to himself. Maybe he's more of a blushing bride than he'd thought; he can just picture himself, lounging and glowing like a freshly deflowered virgin.
He's very nearly chuckling to himself when he gets out of bed, hunting up his dressing gown and pulling it on. He may be glowing, but his deflowering was nothing like last night. He heads for the kitchen, glancing over the cabinets and finally opening the refrigerator door. He has no idea what they ought to eat for breakfast.
He smiles at Watson as he approaches, returning the kiss warmly.
"What are we going to have for breakfast, by the way? I am at a loss."
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He's very nearly chuckling to himself when he gets out of bed, hunting up his dressing gown and pulling it on. He may be glowing, but his deflowering was nothing like last night. He heads for the kitchen, glancing over the cabinets and finally opening the refrigerator door. He has no idea what they ought to eat for breakfast.
He smiles at Watson as he approaches, returning the kiss warmly.
"What are we going to have for breakfast, by the way? I am at a loss."