"I am definitely not happy about it," Sherlock interjected as he walked back into the room, now dressed in a long coat that was as close as he could get to his woolen trench-coat in this place. It was considerably more dour than the usual capitol attire, but still had flecks of iridescent blue through the fabric, so it shimmered slightly when he turned around.

"John, however, is more than capable of taking care of himself. I'm fairly confident in his chances in the arena."