"I am changeable and irrational," Watson said happily, trailing his mouth over Holmes's neck. "I am also easily distracted by you."

He wondered about the odds of their having an encore that evening; he was feeling rather inclined to have Holmes take him later on, if possible. There was a perfect symmetry about that sort of evening. A little strange to be so eager for something he had once been so nervous about, but he couldn't regret the change.

"So, yes." His smile was cheeky, and the cheekiness crept into his voice. "Convince me."