Sherlock smiled. "As you saw in the coffee shop, I am not this dominant in my normal day to day." He shrugged. "Well, perhaps, sometimes with idiotic clients. But never with you. I promise. " He gently ran the back of his hand against John's cheek. Damn. He was feeling a lot more sentimental and less dominant right now. He had flagged more than a little, not that he really minded too much.