[An idea... In a place like this, where strong emotions are better off restrained, lest they destroy something or hurt someone? Is it wise to tickle sleeping lions? Surely not. Then again, the lion is not exactly sleeping. Sherlock is proving as much without any say in the matter, for the fog is still swirling along the floor and the music from the other room continues to sound unnatural. It's so very cold that he can't help but tremble, his breath rising before him in a white cloud.]
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... Walk where?