This is generally the time when regrets surface, but Holmes doesn't want to believe that there will be any. He's far too comfortable with Watson, and now that he's seen his carnal side, he's far too enamored with the idea of Watson as his lover to let it go so easily. He idly kisses Watson's neck and shoulder, a smile forming on his face as he fills with afterglow.

"You know what I think?" he asks warmly, tracing his finger over Watson's collarbone. "You're simply too good a lover, and it's unfair that only one gender gets to partake in you. You're righting an imbalance. How noble of you," he says, grinning.