[That's actually an explanation that mollifies both Sherlock and Berit, they've made some foolish decisions when emotion has clouded their normally logical mind. It's Berit that takes the first steps to accepting this. She jumps down from Sherlock's lap and stretches to her full length, before padding over and sitting in front of John.]

Well, then? I like my ears rubbed, you can start there.

[Sherlock doesn't particularly like this, it still feels wrong in some way, but he won't stop it from going ahead. If nothing else, it'll be interesting to see if it truly has been successful.]

Go on, but if pink diamonds appear in the air then you're still banned from touching her.