[The fact that she hopes Herlock Sholmes of all people will not notice something is cute, but he doesn’t say anything about it. It does rather seem like he’s focused on getting dressed; underwear, trousers, shirt, vest—]

The unpredictability of that prison was its most dangerous trait. One was never truly safe, not if a baleful whim overtook the Warden.

[He steps forward once he’s mostly put together. Need help with that dress?]

But it’s as you say. Over and done with now. I am a better man for it!