"It is hardly a 'castle', Gregory." Mycroft admonished with a faint smirk, as he took Gregory's hand in his. Squeezed his fingers, and then let out a laugh at Gregory's confession.

"Yes, I think it would be appropriate, considering the fact that I am going to take you to bed and not let you leave until tomorrow morning." He smirked, ice-blue eyes glinting. "Shall we walk out together? Enjoy the evening air?"