[And since when has Herlock Sholmes been domestic, either? (Minus the whole adopting a daughter thing.) The life of a detective was never suited for it, and he never truly yearned for it, but if he knew the picture that she was painting in her own mind, he would so very much find himself wanting to indulge. To make it reality. They can, soon.]

Oh, I know. That isn’t quite how I meant it. That is to say…

[He looks out to the street, to the many people and their lives passing by.]

I assume I might not have to hide anything at all, should I visit your world. A change of clothes at most perhaps, but not a change of form. For you to be here, it is not so simple. So much preparation, and so much willingness to give up a shape you know so well. One that I very much love you for.

[So, it does feel a bit lopsided, hm?]