John gives Sherlock a Look when he brings up his pun. Honestly, that was terrible, even for John. Maybe it might make a good subtitle though (his readers always like to see Sherlock make an Effort). The first title seems a little vague for this, so he circles his second one and sets the notebook down for the moment, satisfied that he's made a great deal of progress already. He sinks into his chair and idly rubs his sore neck, coughing when he presses into his throat, somewhat aggravating the injury. He'd have to take things easy for a little while.

Oh but what a rush to be that precariously close to death. He'd choked and even blacked out for a moment before Sherlock had saved him. Brilliant. Of course he could trust Sherlock to save him before anything truly horrible happened. It's actually becoming somewhat of a regular thing, it seems, and John can't help but to smile to himself, idly stroking the bruises the rope had left.

It's only after a moment that he realises that he's even doing it and meets Sherlock's attentive gaze, and he looks embarrassed by it. His hand flies away from his throat and folds with the other on the table as John attempts to straighten himself up just a bit. "What?" he asks. "Don't... look at me like that. It's getting creepy when you do it."