[ Miles will find the consulting detective lounging somewhat on the sofa when he returns, settled into the crook of the arm with a calve resting atop his knee. He fully seems to expect the prosecutor to hand him his tea, and when he does, takes a musing sniff of the concoction. Is he trying to impress Sherlock? Sherlock thinks he's earned it. ]
It's living with a cat somewhere in Sector Four, I believe. Its primary concern seems to be fitting itself with tastebuds.