Sherlock sat poised on the sofa considering John's proposal. His forefingers touched just under his nose in their usual fashion. A moments silence was broken by a single, affirmative "Yes."
"Yes what?" John looked up from his laptop, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to keep up with Sherlock.
"Yes, I accept your proposal." Sherlock swung himself around so his feet rested flat on the floor and he was facing John.
"Remind me again which proposal?" John placed his laptop on the side table, ready to give the detective his full attention.
"Your proposal to be married. I accept." Sherlock replied with a hint of irritation.
"To be… married? Sherlock, I never asked you to—"
"Yes, and now you don't have to. I've already accepted. Much simpler without you waiting to bring it up."
"Sherlock, what could possibly make you believe I want to marry you?"
Sherlock replied with one of his 'Isn't it obvious, John?' looks.
John sighed, "Fine, yes, I'll admit I have been thinking about it recently, but I still—"
"Right, it's settled then! I'll have Mycroft make the arrangements." And with a flourish he entered the kitchen. "Tea?" he called back.
"Yes. No sugar!"
Sherlock peeked around the doorway "Don't you think I know that, John?"