Ah, there. This may be where the evening stops, and if so, Holmes is okay with that. He may need a moment to calm himself down, but he's thoroughly enjoyed himself this far. He feels almost guilty, as if he's compelling Watson into an action that he wants no part of, or wouldn't if it weren't for Holmes, and he draws back enough so that he might be able to look Watson in the eye.

"Whatever you would like to give me," he murmurs, reaching up to touch Watson's jaw lightly. "Whatever you're comfortable with. We could carry on like this, or go a little further... Or a lot further." He settles his hand against Watson's chest. "I would like to go at least a little further. Beyond that... it's your decision, my dear Watson."