"Pretend to be sensible? That is an adventurous taste for acting you have, my darling." He sits as well, pausing to stretch his arms and back. He supposes he could stand to gather their clothes, but they aren't too far and crawling a bit seems the most efficient, if inelegant, but it's a halfway mark to standing at least. He picks up Watson's shirt, holds it a moment, and then turns and throws it in the direction of Watson's face.

"Sorry, but is behaving sensibly an absolute requirement?"