He shifts, bracing himself with one arm against the fireplace; he rests the other one alongside Watson's cheek, nestling against him. This is how he had hoped to spend the afternoon; he happily smiles against Watson's lips in a brief kiss before he ducks his head to leave soft kisses on Watson's jaw.

"I am anything but dull, to be sure. And since you rather enjoy me spurring you into action," he says with a light suggestion, drawing himself up again, "we are undoubtedly perfectly matched."