Sherlock knows what he wants, so he's sitting with the menu closed and waiting for the server to come over. He's occasionally looking up, trying to make eye contact with someone to get them over sooner, but mostly he's watching John. He's sitting with his notepad, jotting notes about the case, preparing for his next blog post. It's tiresome - he certainly wouldn't do it - but he does know that it helps drum up business, if only for the number of times John has said as much. So he tolerates it, mostly.
He considers the two suggestions, making a face at the second. The first wasn't so terrible, but they're both fairly dreadful. The play on 'Russian' is truly awful, and he rolls his eyes.
"Like what? 'Fools Russian'?" there's enough emphasis that it's obviously 'Fools rush in,' and then very shortly after, he says quite seriously, "Don't you dare. I will not be a party to cheap puns."
He's aware of the joke and he's keeping a straight face through it. It's the principle of the thing, and maybe just a little bit because he's hoping for a reaction from John. He's very rarely funny on purpose, almost never, but those times that he is are usually after a case when nerves are still running high and neither of them have quite come down from the adrenaline.
John's still in the grips of it. Being busy, being on a case and running about and danger always brings out the very best (or possibly the worst) in John. He'd noticed it again, though, when he'd been a dozen feet away and struggling to overpower his own would-be assassin, he'd seen a flash on John's face as one of the Russians had him held very much the way Sherlock had the other day, the length of rope tight on his neck. It was the first time that Sherlock had gotten to actually see that look, rather than just the indignant aftermath of it. If he wasn't quite mistaken (and he wasn't), some note of the rush John had felt was arousal. Arousal with more than a little fear and panic mixed in, but arousal nonetheless. And Sherlock is trying to figure out just how to bring his observations up, because of course he is.
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He considers the two suggestions, making a face at the second. The first wasn't so terrible, but they're both fairly dreadful. The play on 'Russian' is truly awful, and he rolls his eyes.
"Like what? 'Fools Russian'?" there's enough emphasis that it's obviously 'Fools rush in,' and then very shortly after, he says quite seriously, "Don't you dare. I will not be a party to cheap puns."
He's aware of the joke and he's keeping a straight face through it. It's the principle of the thing, and maybe just a little bit because he's hoping for a reaction from John. He's very rarely funny on purpose, almost never, but those times that he is are usually after a case when nerves are still running high and neither of them have quite come down from the adrenaline.
John's still in the grips of it. Being busy, being on a case and running about and danger always brings out the very best (or possibly the worst) in John. He'd noticed it again, though, when he'd been a dozen feet away and struggling to overpower his own would-be assassin, he'd seen a flash on John's face as one of the Russians had him held very much the way Sherlock had the other day, the length of rope tight on his neck. It was the first time that Sherlock had gotten to actually see that look, rather than just the indignant aftermath of it. If he wasn't quite mistaken (and he wasn't), some note of the rush John had felt was arousal. Arousal with more than a little fear and panic mixed in, but arousal nonetheless. And Sherlock is trying to figure out just how to bring his observations up, because of course he is.