Holmes rests his face again against Watson's thigh, enjoying the kind of intimacy that lets his head rest there so comfortably, but this position isn't the most comfortable he could be in. Soon enough, he picks himself up and repositions, settling down against Watson's side and burrowing close.

"You're a very good husband indeed," he murmurs against Watson's neck, his fingers splayed across Watson's ribs. Holmes very much hopes he'd achieved his goal of bringing some pleasant relief to Watson, but he doesn't want to ask how Watson feels. The spell would only break.