Sherlock smiled. Oh, he had him now. He stopped by the street and hailed a cab, waiting for John to get in before he climbed in after him.

"All sorts of toys.." He leaned in and whispered in John's ear.

"221 Baker Street." He told the cabbie.

While they were sitting in the cab, Sherlock laid his hand on John's thigh. "Anything you can think of. All sorts of things that can make me feel good.." He leaned and and licked at the shell of John's ear. "And maybe.. you. if you are really good.."