Well, he couldn't have Gregory thinking all he needed was undergarments and a toothbrush -- oh dear that was the wrong train of thought. He cleared his throat and then tilted his head at that smile, feeling his melt a bit around the edges. "My, my, this will be an entertaining little fete. We should invite John, just to keep the peace."

Mycroft was capable of relaxation - although perhaps not as Gregory saw it. They had only spent a few evenings together while Gregory had stayed with him - schedules being what they were. Still, those had been very enjoyable evenings, and he would look forward to having more of them. Gregory didn't make his thoughts ... loud. It was more easy, to be alone, it seemed.

"Bottle of whiskey, a good stake and we shall call it an exclusive dinner party for two, me thinks." He nodded his head, making a note to buy the best whiskey he could find. "What else can I do for you?"