[ Not for the first time since he'd entered the dragon's lair, John has been rendered stunned and completely mute. He looked down to his shield, and then to his armour, trying to follow his line of logic and thought. How could he have possibly gotten all of that just from old battle damage? His face screws up in a number of different, no doubt amusing manners as he puzzles through it. ]

That... That is incredible. You managed to get so much information about me just from my battle wear...?

[ He stares at Sherlock a moment longer, slack-jawed. ]

Are you some sort of wizard as well as a dragon?