Waking up from being sedated is a slow process, trying to shake off the stupor and get his bearings. His mouth is dry -- he doesn't know if it's the effect of the drugs, or the alcohol that had been in his system before he passed out -- but it's unpleasant, and he grimaces, tugging at the cuff to test its strength. The solid-sounding clank is far from reassuring.

He doesn't respond to the question, at least not initially. Instead, he takes the time to try and shake off the daze while looking around the room; he figures at least it's better than being thrown in the hold, but that's not saying much.

"There are better ways of getting a date," he rasps at last, smirking at Sherlock despite the queasiness he feels. It could be the drug having an unfortunate reaction to everything else in his system, but he sincerely hopes that Sherlock will do him the favor of coming close enough for him to throw up on him if it persists.