[...He didn't answer the question. Filing that away, he's silent for a moment - rising just to get his drink, causing Abby to give a meow of protest - and silently pours a glass for his other half as well, setting it in front of him as he gives the other a level stare.]

I suppose it does - then again, it was the career we'd settled on before...

[He trails off, then takes a drink. Sherlock shouldn't need prompting to know what he's referring to.]

And? What of you? I imagine it's been somewhat dangerous, owing to that scar on your brow.