Mycroft's lips curved into a wry and warm smile, before he put the cup back down on the table, "Good, although I am sure you are the champ in many other areas."

He went to pull his overcoat on, smoothing himself down to perfection to prepare himself to leave. It would not do to leave this room ... rumpled. He needed to be as together as possible.

He glanced over, as he is straightening his tie and vest. "Oh, I've gone on less sleep than this .., but I shall try to catch up." He looked at him, before his lips quirked up, "I ... didn't want you to wake up alone. I suppose that will be part of my job description for now."