Your lame joke is too late, Sherlock Holmes, Molly is already beaming at you and hears nothing after "get back in bed."

"It sounds like someone wants to cuddle," she teases him as she slides herself back into bed and proceeds to tangle herself up with him again, pulling the duvet over them both. "For lack of a better word which you have yet to provide."

She grins and kisses the side of his mouth. Sherlock Holmes is a post-coital cuddler. Who would have though?