"I will have you know that there is many a woman in England who would rejoice in the chance to marry me."
"Not after a day living with you, they wouldn't," Watson says sensibly, and kisses the nape of Holmes's neck.
"No, I suppose not. Do you plan to stay?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You're mocking me. J'taime."
"I don't speak French, I fear you shall have to translate."
"I love you. Stop being an imbecile," Holmes snaps, and cranes his neck back to look at Watson.
"I do plan to stay, thank you, my friend."
Holmes shuts his eyes.