"I suppose that your body is getting used to being a demi-god. That would be me guess." Sherlock responded, then leaned into the kiss. He still wasn't used to kissing, or being kissed. Even with his old John, that wasn't something that was done. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was just strange and something that he was getting in the habit of. Still, he wasn't initiating the kissed, not yet at least, he was letting John, which was fine with him for now.

Sherlock smirked when John said that the man had dreamed of him. "Oh, more of those dreams when I was smoking cigarettes and we were chasing criminals?" He asked.