Once Watson stands, Holmes encircles his arms around Watson's waist and backs him into the bedroom, stealing a quick kiss. Their clothes are somewhat squished between them, but he can't really bring himself to care, particularly when he gets the genius idea to lay his hands on Watson's arse as they're walking.

"I believe a jailer ought to live a night in his prison," he says, smiling against Watson's lips before he kisses him again. "If you can't handle the punishment, then don't dole it out."