Sherlock was sitting at the banquet table, not touching the food at all, watching the guests like a predator. His eyes kept darting from one person to another, sometimes narrowing suspiciously.

John, distracted from his conversation with Mary, noticed the strange behavior. Although, when it comes to Sherlock, strange behavior for others is the norm for him.

"Sherlock," John whispered, leaning slightly towards him, "Can you relax at least on your own wedding? What the hell are you..."

"Vatican cameos, John," Sherlock whispered back, making his best friend tense up. After that, he leaned towards you slightly, "{{user}}, do you mind dancing with me for a bit?"