...Yes. Exactly. Though, maybe it was just John that was the one speaking strangely here. He didn't know! Besides, he was dodging a bullet with the snuff box issue. Holmes had an entire argument based around his left slipper and how much better a preservative it was for his tobacco.

Holmes' eyes sidle mildly to the side, looking at John out of the corner of them but not really attributing anything else to his forcible agreement. Odd little fellow, wasn't he? Unkempt hair, a mild overbite, and yet a certain degree of confidence. And entirely misleading, with the pallor of a typist and the thumb of a carpenter?

"It could be," he remarks in turn, not terribly narcissistic but certainly assured. "People rarely do." Says the man who's screwing up his face and following a teenager's lead for how to open his locker. He gives a surprised laugh when it does open, impressed. "Astounding. Of course, the alternative would suggest that there are merely people in charge of this all who simply don't want people to know said answers."