"Of course." Sherlock said with a soft smile. He followed a moment behind, getting dressed, including his hooded Belstaff. He's much prefer skulking around the city at night, but unfortunately, most crime and police work happened during the day, which seemed counter-intuitive, but that was how it was.

So he did the best he could to stay out of the light, and did what he had to during the day. He had to admit that he was a bit jealous of John. He could walk around like a human, in the daylight, and no one is ever the wiser. And he was quite obvious with his red eyes, thick coat, hood, and gloves, even in the heat of the London summer. No one could ever mistake him for anything but a vampire.

Sherlock sighed and shook those thoughts out of his head. He didn't regret Turning, though he had of course had no choice at the time. It had afforded him many things, near immortality was one of them. But the drawbacks were many as well- persecution, prejudice, and the need to always keep out of the blasted sun.

When he was ready, he pulled up his hood and pulled on his glasses, finally arranging his long blue scarf around his neck to shield that tender skin.

"I'm ready." He said.