You didn't have to be Sherlock to see the way John's chest puffed up and he looked a little taller on the couch. That's right his body language screamed, Sherlock Holmes admits his weaknesses for no one but me. Someone say something about him, I dare you.

"Slow but steady wins the race," he said, mildly. "Come sit with me on the couch, you loom like a stork."