"Higher than zero? Good, I'm so proud," Sherlock said, the tone slightly bitter. He stands, his hands covered in Howard's blood. He goes to wipe them on his bright white stockings, tsks, and wipes them on some nearby 'candy' instead.

He freezes, though, when Howard mentions the kissing, and whips his head around. "A head injury and that's what you remember," He said sharply.