John frowned, turning to look at Sherlock but the man had already retreated away. He let out a slight laugh, not really sure if Sherlock was having him on or not. Either way, John was glad for a moment or two to himself.
He'd already decided he liked the flat. The location was ideal, the price was unbeatable, and he had more room here than he did in his current place. The question was whether or not he could see himself living with Sherlock. It wouldn't be hard, he supposed. He was at work through out the day. He could put a desk in his room to do his marking from when he didn't want to be in the living room. And it would be nice to have someone else around, even if that someone was going to be nothing more than a ghost around the place. A really arrogant, odd ghost.
And yet, there was still something about Sherlock Holmes that John found endearing. The honesty, maybe. Being British was certainly a plus. And John was just sort of fascinated by the man. His mind was set as he returned to the living room.