Yes, he would have thought so. Little slaves who like to escape their high-pressure, high-demand, too-complicated lives for classic domestication. For a lovely woman, no less. One of sharp and refined taste.

Comfortable is another one of those wide ranges. To him, he had little to hide body wise. fingers slipped the buttons loose and let it all slide off. He even folded, lightly, in his hand. Mainly untarnished skin aside from the ink that splattered in places only seen by being so exposed. Although if one was curious enough there was certainly displays of his habits. Scars that wouldn't go away.

The only piece of clothing he failed to remove was a sock. one sock. Perhaps a message, a meaning, or perhaps Sherlock was just being Sherlock. Also known as, a brat. He certainly didn't break easy, not that this would be a test to that -- and he was submissive but not to be confused with 'easy to handle' or excessively obedient. He liked to play.

"Where would you have me put them, then?"