Her heart warms at that, knowing that they're both thinking long term with each other. She wishes dearly that she could be with him right now and hold him as they murmur these things to each other, but they'll have to wait.

"Mmm," she says, considering that. "Not everyone Moriarty has employed in the past have been entirely competent. But you're right, usually they are a little more refined than this. She tends to use scalpels, not sledgehammers, and Chapman is definitely a sledgehammer." She frowns. "The question is how do we make sure it's not her? And how do we find out who it was?" She presses her hand to her eyes again and sighs. "If Chapman was talking it would be easier, but Sherlock says he refuses to say anything."