Oh Dear Lord, Gregory Lestrade Dressed Up. He dressed up for him - for Mycroft. Yes, all right, it wasn't Saville Row but he had on a clean pair of khakis, a button down that brought out the olive tints of his skin and a coat that sat appropriately on those extremely nice, broad shoulders. Mycroft could not help himself - he was staring. He continued to stare, until Gregory actually spoke and it brought Mycroft out of his personal daze of 'You look quite nice, when might I take all of that off?'

Of course, the first thing he said had something to do with how much bigger Mycroft's house was, and Mycroft's mouth couldn't help but twitch around the corners. "I ... enjoy my privacy, and my space. Besides, a house like this is a great deal easier to put advanced security systems on."

He clears his throat, pushing his hands into the pockets of his trousers to keep them from fluttering up to pull Gregory to him and kiss him insensible. "No, it is under control ... but I wouldn't mind some company. A glass of wine, perhaps? " He pulled his hands free, to gesture to the kitchen, and added with a faintly wry, "It can help with the ticket price shock."

Yes, I have more money than I know what to do with. Hopefully that is not going to scare you right out of here...