If Matt liked that, then he would be in for a treat the more he was around Sherlock.

"This morning." he answered, looking ahead until he gave the open pack a glance. What the hell. Neither his brother, or John were around to scold him. Sherlock slipped one out.

Hiking up his coat sleeve, long fingers began to peel off the two nicotine patches that stuck to the inside of his left arm. It proved challenging so when the offer of a light came, he let the sleeve fall back down.

"So does," Pausing, he lit the end of the cigarette. "Being here for 3 months yield any kind of useful information about this place?"

He wasn't altogether convinced yet he was out of his own mind. Not yet.