Mycroft smirked at that, before he nodded his head judiciously.

"I promise, you shall have a front row seat."

He put all the papers back into the folder, where he would have Anthea go over them before he had then noterized. He also did not try to free his hand from Gregory's enjoying the smooth touch of fingertips against his hand.

Gregory's question gave him pause, and he asked honestly, "Are you in the mood for .... dessert, all things considered?"