"May I ask you a question, John?" Sherlock asked from the sofa.

John sighed. It had been a while since Sherlock had played this game, and to be honest, John hadn't exactly missed it. He didn't understand that such a clever man as Sherlock could enjoy a silly game like that. But he just couldn't resist the pleading eyes from the detective and nodded curtly.

Before John knew it, Sherlock was on his feet and walked towards John's chair. Rectify that: he was walking straight to John, his eyes not wandering off even for a split-second.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?" John asked.

"Just wondering. How do you feel?" Sherlock asked, after he had knelt down before the soldier and after he had placed each of his hands on an armrest, successfully capturing John's gaze with his unfaltering one.

"Well, to be honest, I feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Okay, but do you want me to leave?" Sherlock asked.

John shook his head.

Sherlock leaned in closer, their noses almost touching. "Do you want me to leave now?" he asked, his warm breath softly caressing John's cheek.

John swallowed hard. "Ye-yes, if it's not too much trouble..?"

Suddenly, Sherlock's arms were tightly wrapped around John's neck.

"What animal am I, John?" the detective purred seductively.

John struggled to gain oxygen. "A Boa!"