706, 11:59 pm.
Eliot smiled, this time wider. There was a strange battle of wills within him, and he was glad she approved of Holmes having the upper hand. Something grew in his chest when he felt the warmth of her hand on his own, and he too leaned a little forward, so that there only inches between them. "There is no one else I would rather you be," he said confidently, his eyes filling with warmth as he tilted his head to the side. He considered telling Irene that she wasn't just the woman to him, but the only woman for him, but decided against it, out of fear of offending her.
"And regardless of how he acts under other circumstances, I am sure he feels the same way."