Watson had to admit that this was not how he had ever envisioned Holmes on his knees – if indeed he ever had. They had been engaged in a most congenial pastime when Holmes had suddenly broke off, cursing, and begun to search the floor for something. "Holmes, what on earth –"

"Watson, in your rather overly amorous state you seem to have broken my false left canine," replied his disgruntled friend. "Come here and look for it."

Such proximity did not combine productively with their present mood.

Tragically, there were more pressing concerns. The broken canine was never found.