Sherlock can't help but curl up his lip at her mocking look, but he doesn't try to ruin the relaxation in any other muscles just yet. Still, he remains defiant, trying to shift upwards a bit against his pillow.

"My mind hasn't been blank since the moment I was born." Pleasure centers or none, he's confident not even she could stop the constant buzz and thrum of his brain. It simply isn't possible. "But I'm sure your clients appreciate the opportunity."

His words are harsh, but his eyes softly close under Irene's touch. He's not positive of the source of that power yet-- touch is an obvious possibility, but eye contact also seemed to play into it.

"I've had worse."