Sherlock looked at him with a quizzical stare. "And yet, you lived with me for 3 months with no indications at all?" He asked, more than a little skeptical. Despite everything, he was still unsure as to how he could be the famous King Arthur, even as he held Excalibur in his hand.

When he was dressed, he went into the loo and got his hair into a working order. He wanted to be well put together before Greg arrived. He left the door open so he could still talk to John.