[Once he goes into his room and realises it has been gone through, there will be a momentary worry. After all, he has something secreted away there. Not for use but to avoid a row likely to be far more vicious than any over cigarettes. Especially so early. But he was extremely careful in choosing to hide the lone syringe that had found its way here. He hadn't even been looking for it-- it had been in its place in his evidence kit. A reminder of where he'd been before here.
Nothing had come with it, and he hadn't had any interest in finding either of the powders that should have accompanied it, been tucked away in a pouch of the kit. He was bored enough to smoke, but the situation wasn't yet dire enough to require anything stronger than nicotine. Working alone, hunting Moriarty and his assassins alone... that required more. But, even with Moriarty here, this place was... safe enough that he didn't need those.
But he wasn't sure John would believe him if he found the syringe. (Maybe, he considered, he wasn't being totally honest with himself. If he didn't think he'd ever have use for it, why keep it? ...But that's a question for another day.) Logic will dicate, though, after the initial concern that if John had found the syringe, he would have taken it from its hiding place and confronted him with it now.
As it stands, he looks at John holding the cigarette. Perhaps he has some idea what the game is. Perhaps he really is lost. Either way, his reply is simple, neither angry or dismissive. He's almost confused.]
You don't smoke.
[And always protest smoking quite a lot, in fact.]
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Nothing had come with it, and he hadn't had any interest in finding either of the powders that should have accompanied it, been tucked away in a pouch of the kit. He was bored enough to smoke, but the situation wasn't yet dire enough to require anything stronger than nicotine. Working alone, hunting Moriarty and his assassins alone... that required more. But, even with Moriarty here, this place was... safe enough that he didn't need those.
But he wasn't sure John would believe him if he found the syringe. (Maybe, he considered, he wasn't being totally honest with himself. If he didn't think he'd ever have use for it, why keep it? ...But that's a question for another day.) Logic will dicate, though, after the initial concern that if John had found the syringe, he would have taken it from its hiding place and confronted him with it now.
As it stands, he looks at John holding the cigarette. Perhaps he has some idea what the game is. Perhaps he really is lost. Either way, his reply is simple, neither angry or dismissive. He's almost confused.]
You don't smoke.
[And always protest smoking quite a lot, in fact.]