[Sherlock's wing quivers at the touch. It flexes under her hand, not as at ease with this as he was with John, but he is willing himself to remain still and silent, to let her examine it.
After all, she has shown enough intelligence to merit being allowed this, and her opinion combined with John's might prove even more comprehensive. His fingers actually flex and contract with the close proximity.
Better her, though, than Adler.
His wings flicked at the thought then settled hard against his back before they relaxed enough to extend again.]
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After all, she has shown enough intelligence to merit being allowed this, and her opinion combined with John's might prove even more comprehensive. His fingers actually flex and contract with the close proximity.
Better her, though, than Adler.
His wings flicked at the thought then settled hard against his back before they relaxed enough to extend again.]
Sorry. No control over them.