Jim chuckles quietly, and looks up at Sherlock from the position of his comfortable lean. Then he squeezes their intertwined fingers at his chest, sips his Hurricane, and holds it up to Sherlock's mouth.

'Sip, darling?' he murmurs, and touches another kiss to his jaw. Only then does he look back at Hannibal.

'Uncertainty is overrated in some matters. We've talked about this.'

Another smile at Sherlock.

'Will's a bit like you, love. On the side of the angels.'