He nods, following after the other man as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. "If anyone asks, we're out to keep said teenagers out of trouble." Sherlock murmurs.

Once outside, he breathes in the night air, even if the act was completely extraneous for him - same with the motion of pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, offering one to Héctor as his eyes peered up at the half-moon above.