"Young? You're joking, right?" He laughed softly, pushing back the fact that it was a bit flattering. This man was nothing if probably a bit psychotic if he thought the aging man was indeed young, a thought that immediately sobered his expression. "If I'm 'young' then what does that make you then? If anything I think you've got that backwards."
He tapped his fingers against his arm, vaguely considering his options. Obviously Holmes more than likely wouldn't bother if he was screaming bloody murder in here, no doubt wrapped up in another case. And it's not like he often brought a gun to bed with him. He might have to start after this little run in. "I thought I asked you to leave, Jack.", he stated once more, though this time it wasn't as firm at the last. The other man was interesting to say the very least.