"The mechanics are very simple, even for the most complicated of positions," Sherlock takes a sip of his scotch, settling easily into the couch while stretching out his long limbs and somehow managing not to knock anything over. "I don't possibly see what could take practice." Sherlock sets his glass of scotch down somewhere near at hand where it won't be immediately knocked over. "Relationships sound boring anyway. Whole load of domestics I'd rather never have to bother with, I've got better things to do than listen to someone go on and on about how much they hate me and how I'll never measure up to their ideal."

Sherlock shrugs his shoulders, but his attention goes to John, and he stares back, head slightly tilted.