"You were surviving," Holmes points out dryly. "Rather strong instinct, whatever the species." He chooses not to comment on love.
"Very decidedly," he says firmly, grateful for the distraction. This is certainly different than the biting clarity of thought he's used to. He thinks briefly of his morocco leather case, then dismisses it. No way he can get to it now. "I'm feeling a bit peckish now that you mention it," Holmes admits. He'd not heard this colloquialism before, but it's meaning was obvious. "A rare steak perhaps?" he asks Spike. "A very rare steak?"