[That earned another small laugh]

You did break into my flat, how else was I suppose to respond, Moriarty?

[There was the faint, impish smile, almost hidden by his clasping hands, eyes narrowing in almost a mischievous glint, though slowly, quietly the impishness fixes itself to one of surprise as the man offered to help. Especially when he realized he felt relief]

...It would not be a terrible idea.