Well, alright then. If he's intent on keeping her close, then who is she to argue? She forgets her initial embarrassment at becoming a Sherlock barnacle and relaxes back against him.

Toby, on the other hand, does not forget his hunger and adds a meow in for good measure.

Molly sighs and mentally curses the feline. Just let me have this moment. She doesn't move and hopes he'll just give up for now. It wasn't like he was going to starve to death. He had reserves.