John could sense his frustration, how he wanted to say something else. He smiled and leaned up, kissing him again. He knew what Sherlock meant. He had a feeling... The blonde pulled back and stared up at the man over him.

He touched his cheek, stroking his thumb against the warm skin. "You're so warm..." John whispered. He thought he could recall Hades being as cold as ice... But maybe he was different here.