"Oh, I gotta see that sometime," he answers, suddenly having yet another reason to look forward to Joan being fully recovered.

He sits down next to her, since if they're going to be going on like this, it's difficult to keep standing. "No but clearly, you're both the brains and looks, I'm the brawn, or at least the jock. And then Sherlock is all three, and that's why he has no room for tact."