[Much as Sherlock would love to see the offending finger go flying in the night, he would be glad that cooler heads prevailed, they're just starting a dangerous game. Though the sick feeling settled in his stomach, he showed no outward response to the stroke. Either he was an excellent actor, or he is sadly used to this invasion of his personal space. His eyes slowly flicks over to Moriarty at the grin]

It did take quite a long time for him to know his place, he truly was a stubborn one.

[Dracula muses, as Sherlock held his tongue]

A little flash of fire would prove an amusing diversion. A reminder...