Holmes wasn't exactly sure why he chose to accept Watson's invitation. He hated these places- dens of ignorance and folly, where lesser men chose to throw their lives away for obviously unfair odds of wealth. Watson had likened the idea to his boxing, but... that was a man's game. An honest, fair game of physical strength and mental prowess. And... that was why he was going along with this- for the boxing. Good enough for his conscience, at least.
The portkeys were quite the trip, but in his exploration of the place, Holmes had managed to develop a general tolerance of the experience. He landed well enough a few feet from Watson, only stumbling a step before straightening to right his clothes. Glancing over at the doctor, he frowned a little, nodding once in greeting. "Watson,"