Oh. Oh, that doesn't help the situation at all. Sherlock swallows, mouth suddenly dry. He's never wanted this in reality, only sort of on principle when one of his physical needs asserts itself on occasion, but now that he thinks about it there's no one he'd rather try this with than Molly.

"More than welcome," he whispers. His body's betraying him, pupils blowing wide and pulse kicking into high speed, and there's something about this that's like being high in all the right ways.