“A true consequence to be sure,” he says with a grin, though really it hadn't been a consequence at all, and if he hadn't had been worn out, it may have inspired him to a third turn. As it is, he stands back and watches Watson recover the clothes he dropped, shamelessly watching Watson's behind. The temptation is far too much to resist, and he reaches out and gives Watson's ass a light slap.

“It seems only right that you might have a taste of your own very bitter medicine.” Will they ever get to the bed? He's starting to wonder, but he still isn't any more eager to fall asleep. It's almost as if he's absorbing these playful moments straight into his soul, however silly that might sound; after such an intense case, however, Holmes must return to his human self, and teasing Watson like this is like immersing himself in a pool of humanity.