Though he's having an increasing amount of trouble looking at her, Mycroft has enough self-control to keep blinking normally instead of closing his eyes tightly and giving them a rest the way he'd like. His posture and expression are slowly becoming more tense, however, and if one is paying close enough attention, it's noticeable.

"On the gripping hand, madam, it seems that's all gone now."

Every park trip and sedan. Having this kind of reality brought up by someone else is not what Mycroft wants right now.

"I find it largely useless to linger on such things."