"I." Holmes pauses a moment. "Thank you. Though, with all hope, I won't need to utilize that," he finally confides within John, windy things being well outside his grasp of knowledge. He is definitely assuming that John's 'supplementary supply' is... his lungs.

But it's the gesture that's more readily interesting, and for a split second, Holmes misses it - the violin, the robe, no, he saw it. The pipe. It was what he shifted last, and thus John's concentration would have been on it - though his concentration wasn't on it, not for the time being. In fact, it was everywhere but, and Holmes plucks the pipe from his mouth for a moment. It's not the gesture of a small boy who merely wants to pick up smoking for the first time, but- what?

After a moment's debate and hesitation, it's the second prompt that has him affirming - 'really quickly' - and Holmes finally holds it out, just slightly, with a mildly jerky movement of his arm. "It's empty, you know, no- Ah." And he fiddles with what he can, which is his facial features - his nose wiggles, his eyebrows furrow even as his mouth curls into a small smile. "No tobacco."