Sherlock reaches down to wave her hand away. "Don't. I'll pay him - he's
taking me on. There's been a break-in in Harley Street I want to see.
Probably no dead bodies," he continues, glancing down at the shoulder of
his coat just in case he has been drooled on, "so I may not even
bother you for a few hours."
His smile doesn't look all that promising, though. How long has he ever
gone between corpses? There's not much in the way of apology there, either
- certainly this is his fault, and he'll do it again. Probably tomorrow.
"I'd rest up, if I were you."