Sherlock lets John manoeuvre him, laughing all the harder for it. He's really not certain how it's meant to help, really not certain at all, but lets it happen all the same, leaning back against the wall while John collects himself. The question sets him turning again though, leaning his shoulder against the cool stone and huffing in amusement.
“Well, you're there. Hadn't really thought about the rest.” He puts on a thoughtful expression, chewing at his lower lip.
“Dryer than this, I expect. Though maybe not, if we're there. I don't know, what do servants' quarters usually look like?” Sherlock tilts his head sideways, leaning it against the cool stone, eyes fixed on the skin just behind John's ear. Soft, probably. He touches his own, disguising it as an idle bit of scratching, but he's fairly certain it's not at all a good approximation.
“Books, I expect. Fireplace. Fireplaces are nice. Other things. You sort out the rest; I don't care.” Not enough to be able to think of what it should look like, anyway. It was never really meant to be that specific.
"Furnish it however you like. On a budget. Probably not too much money in gardening and cleaning floors."
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“Well, you're there. Hadn't really thought about the rest.” He puts on a thoughtful expression, chewing at his lower lip.
“Dryer than this, I expect. Though maybe not, if we're there. I don't know, what do servants' quarters usually look like?” Sherlock tilts his head sideways, leaning it against the cool stone, eyes fixed on the skin just behind John's ear. Soft, probably. He touches his own, disguising it as an idle bit of scratching, but he's fairly certain it's not at all a good approximation.
“Books, I expect. Fireplace. Fireplaces are nice. Other things. You sort out the rest; I don't care.” Not enough to be able to think of what it should look like, anyway. It was never really meant to be that specific.
"Furnish it however you like. On a budget. Probably not too much money in gardening and cleaning floors."