Sherlock paused for a moment as John started to walk away. He shook his head to clear it. He couldn't help but be utterly fascinated by the man. He was, as humans- or whatever he was- went, quite handsome. And John had blushed more than once when Sherlock had spoke to him. There was an attraction, he could tell.

One more shake of the head and he followed John, his longer legs making quick work of the distance between them. As they reached the outside, he put his hood up and put on his gloves. Even through that the heat made his skin prickle and flush.

"It wasn't a THEORY, John." He said as they left New Scotland Yard. "That is what really happened. That idiot Lestrade is looking for the other person, he's handling it like it was just another case of illegal magic. Moron." He muttered the last word under his breath.