Watson smiles, flattered, and kisses Cerrit's knuckles several more times, for good measure. There is something a bit overwhelming about being so thoroughly seen, though in a good way. For a moment, he can't speak.

"Thank you," he says at last. "I love you, too. But do remember how we met, my dear fellow. You were eating in the Oak and Iron, and I knew I had to speak with you at the soonest possible opportunity to discover what you were like, and that feeling has never gone away. I am interested in you, not the version of yourself you think I want."