The flame has already been and gone. He's thinking about Sherlock now, and a smile touches his lips. That bed sheet, though. The way he pretended to be calm. And he took his cigarette like a good boy.

Irene Adler will have finished with her princess by the time he gets back. Mycroft Holmes will be sitting in Whitehall. Allll the pieces in place...and he's sitting in a bloody forest, on a blanket with cartoon characters on it. Maybe burning the stables wasn't worth it...

...but then he sees Harry Percy's face, and that thought disappears. Totally worth it.