He knew, he understood. John knew there was a duty that they needed to take care of. Finding the Knights, stopping whatever it was that woke Arthur.

John laughed when Sherlock stole a piece of his chicken. He honestly didn't mind. He was glad that Sherlock was eating.

"I did. Quite a lot. I would like you to tie me to our bed and bugger me with toys, your fingers, tongue, cock..." He said casually, "Until all I can do is spread my legs for your pleasure."