"Naturally," Sherlock agrees absently, "though you seem to have gotten a handle on yours faster than he did. Perhaps the radical differences in transformation simply demand a wilder response in his case as opposed to yours; after all, a body does expect to find itself dead eventually. It never expects to find itself a wolf."

His attention, though never fully away, comes back to focus entirely on her at her disjointed shift in conversation, and his sharp-eyed expression is an undisguised contrast from the nonchalance of his reply. "John didn't want him running about with wild animals loose even before anyone could conclude their purpose. He's in bed, though considering John's change didn't even wake him up, I expect nothing short of a warhead will."