Sherlock's mildly grateful at being propped up more securely, but he slides down the side of the game anyway, landing on the floor with an 'oof.' He tosses the sword back in Lambert's direction, not really aiming, more like chucking it in his general direction. Why was the man laughing so much? Did he miss a joke?

"I clearly won," he announced, proudly, with a flick of his forked tongue. It was quite possible he'd seen an entirely different game in his addled mind.