[John is completely floored by the long, mostly extremely flattering breakdown of his character. The flush around his neck from the earlier compliment charges forth, reddening his cheeks and ears. There it is again, that odd feeling he's had around Sherlock sometimes, though as of late it's become more and more frequent. He doesn't want to think about the implications too hard, especially since the feeling is rather familiar. He's dated and had enough steady girlfriends to know about that sort of feeling, after all.

He clears his throat, hoping it will clear his head.]

Uh... thanks. I don't really know what to say to, er, to all that. Besides the thanks, I mean.

I know you don't always have the most favorable opinions on... well, most everybody... so hearing that is, er, good. Very good. Pretty great, if I'm being completely honest.