He stopped, still, breathing rapidly in the dark with his arm wrapped around the intruder's body, his blade snugly trapped in what seemed to be some kind of protective glove. It would be a struggle he wasn't sure he could win- though in the end, it was the voice that disarmed him. It shouldn't have been possible, but then again, what part of what he was going through now would be described as anything other than impossible?

"...Sherlock," he attempted, still not moving, though his grip loosened a little. "Is that..."