When he wakes up hard in his own bed--because of course he does, his brain might be extraordinary but it's housed in a human body--he either lets the situation deflate on its own, or he takes care of it as quickly as possible. It's always been entirely practical for him, the way hunger is, or the need for sleep when that manages to drag him down.

In Molly's bed it's different in a way he didn't think possible.

She's looking at him, taking in exactly what she's done to him and exactly what it means even as he pushes himself up and backwards to sit up for her. Molly is observing him, mentally disassembling clues and putting them back together in a proper order.

Brainy is the new sexy, Irene Adler said to him. He had no idea, he thinks, just how right she was.

"Better?"