He's certainly doing better about having his space invaded, and while he's aware of Watson's hand, he doesn't feel as trapped as he did earlier. He's much too focused now on mapping Watson's chest with his lips, feeling out the familiar dips and marks, almost giving himself a pop quiz of Watson's skin. This may be the longest the two of them have gone without such activities as these, and while it wasn't a hardship for Holmes, he can't imagine Watson's side of things.

Suddenly struck with a thought, he glances up at Watson. "Have you been abusing yourself?" he asks softly. The image, he must admit, is undeniably sexy. He hopes Watson says yes, and then Holmes can't really ask when or where but he can fill in those details for himself.