No, John thinks to himself. This did not just get interesting. Just put me back in the car and take me back to where I belong-- That's not here. That's not with these people. John is adamant about that.

"Listen, I appreciate all of this, I do. But I'm going home now." If only he knew how to drive! John is left with his arms across his chest and a vaguely dumbfounded look about him, lips screwed up and pressed together thinly.

Mycroft is having none of this however. "Enough!" he commands, but John doesn't budge, doesn't relax for even a moment. It's as if he doesn't really register what's happening.

Truthfully, he doesn't.

When the Holmeses smirk at one another, Mycroft ends up rolling his eyes. "Please come along quietly, Doctor Watson. There's no need to resort to violence."

"I hadn't thr-- Oh. You mean against me."

Mycroft laughs. "Precisely."