He doubted that John was really broken. He was a stallion, stubborn and wild. And just when you thought you had a handle on him, he bucks up again.

So Sherlock was going to have to keep up his guard, at least until he had John fully broken.

"So.." He walked around John, giving him little kicks and prods with his still shoed foot. "Why was my little fucktoy such a bad boy today? Do you have any excuse for your behavior?"