That is a good point, and who knows if the staff there has the same affliction as- Hey! What are you-?

[ John finds himself bullied back against the tree trunk and having his ear teased by Sherlock's mouth. It tickles and sends goosebumps all over his body, to the point where he's caught half in a sound of protest and something that sounds like a moan as he tries to shrink away in vain from the other man, his shoulders drawn up uncomfortably. ]

J-Jesus, Sherlock, there are people out here. Is this r-really the place for this?