"Why is there a note in my bathroom?" John asked as he walked out of his room wrapped in a towel.
"I don't know. What does it say?" Sherlock answered in an agitated tone. He knew what the note said. He was the one who left it.
"I fancy the way your gluteus maximus jiggles as you walk down the street." Sherlock's lips quirked into a small smile, "What, Sherlock, what is this about?"
"How should I know?"
"You may think I am an idiot but I know you were the one who left this. Care to explain?" John's voice made Sherlock's smile go down again. He sounded upset. All the research Sherlock had done said that people liked getting complimented on their bodies.
"I just thought you would like to know I appreciate things about you." People liked to be appreciated right? John's face looked somewhere between lost puppy and a stupid teenager trying to do calculus. Sherlock didn't think that was a good look. "I appreciate other things than your gluteus maximus if it's any consolation."
"May I ask why you feel the need to let me know you appreciate me?" John asked as he walked closer to the couch were Sherlock was laid out on. He shrugged and John just laughed. "I am happy you like my bum."