Oh, Sherlock was absolutely loving this. He'd made winding John up into a game, wanting to keep pushing him and see where his limits were, and if he'd back down or fight him harder when he got there. He felt a strange tingle of sensation up his spine when John spoke, the low timbre of his voice making him very glad he'd stolen his dressing gown indeed. He was a danger addict just like John was, and taunting a very capable army doctor was just the rush he needed when casework was an impossibility.
He crossed his arms to mirror John, showing no signs of relenting. "Oh, I don't doubt that. Though, that would be if you were actually going to intervene physically, which I highly doubt." he continued to goad, still having such fun pushing John relentlessly. He just wanted to see if John would actually do it, or if he'd let it go. It was such a fuss over one little dressing gown, really, he just wanted to see how long John would let it go on.
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He crossed his arms to mirror John, showing no signs of relenting. "Oh, I don't doubt that. Though, that would be if you were actually going to intervene physically, which I highly doubt." he continued to goad, still having such fun pushing John relentlessly. He just wanted to see if John would actually do it, or if he'd let it go. It was such a fuss over one little dressing gown, really, he just wanted to see how long John would let it go on.
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