Whether he intentionally ignored her might always be a source of debate, as he had habitually treated Watson in just the same fashion--foregoing communication entirely for weeks or even months on end, and then quite suddenly bursting through the door with one case or another to pursue to its inevitable conclusion.

In truth, he dared not try her patience quite so much, as she plainly hadn't any patience at all with his eccentricities. He slid one arm lightly around her waist, less wary of returning her physical advances here in the bar than at home at Baker Street. "How marvelously dull," he replied, voice dry, as the description was rather apt to how he had been thinking of 221B recently.