Both hands scratch at the back of his head before he rises again and they come up to dig at his eyes with a heavy exhale. He really did not want to talk about this for so many reasons but he owed it, didn't he? He owed it to her after what she had just done and everything she had done in the passed for these weeks. Hands fall to the table.

"I can't," not only because of memories but because of the level of security on the matter; but he nods at her deductions fingers splayed and the tips tapping the table. "Yes, Watson. A very dangerous crime boss with very lethal information and plans."