He waves his hand, dismissing the notion. "I wouldn't be upset if you did, but that's not what I meant. And so I had better not be out of luck with this new story," he says, narrowing his eyes at Watson. The space between them is good; he can joke again without feeling penned in, or too... content, if there is such a thing.

He pulls again on his cigarette, looking outside. Bathing with Watson now would not be a good idea. He shouldn't let himself idle, and certainly not in such an idyllic situation.

"We ought to take a walk," he announces.