The lizard opened his jaws and let go, huffily dropping back to the ground. Yeah right.

...hallucination? He focused on the man...blast, this was so difficult when you were inches off the ground, trying to focus on something which was basically the size of a building, with senses that didn't really care to focus on such things, and would much rather go for a nice tasty grasshopper. Still, hallucination-man was a bit worrying.

Then again, he really was tired of being slow. Not like there was much worse trouble he could get into at this point.

Sherlock slowly climbed onto his hand, his weird little sideways claws trying to hold onto fingers like they were branches.