Sherlock took one last sip of tea, gave John's hand a squeeze, then headed back towards the bedroom. "You might want to put on some proper clothes." He teased.

It didn't take long for him to put on some pants, his tight black trousers, and the purple shirt that was tight enough that it strained against his thin chest. A nice pair of loafers completed the ensemble.

He walked back into the living room and put on his scarf and Belstaff, despite the surprisingly warm London weather.