The smell of coffee assaulted Sherlock's nose. It was one mortal item that even the previous Hades has loved. It was one of the few things he enjoyed about going to the Overworld.

He got up, iddly scratching and adjusting himself, then he walked into the kitchen, as naked as the day his mortal form was born, not caring in the least that he was still sporting his morning wood.

"Gimme." He said, snatching John's cup from his hands and taking a long sip. The noise he made was positively sinful as he gulped the hot liquid down, finishing the cup in a few deep gulps and a few seconds.

"Perfect. I knew I kept you around for a reason." he teased, handing John the empty cup back.