[ It doesn't matter whether or not he fully understands what he's done wrong. Being yanked down the half foot to be at eye level makes him stagger slightly to keep his balance, but there's not even an attempt to defend himself. No snarling or recoiling or struggling, just a bow-tight defensiveness in his muscles and those blue eyes fixed on Jim in the most impassive expression he can muster.
Moriarty was a wild fire. Usually Moran was the first to provide the petrol, fan the flames but he knows better than to feed it when it was directed at him (unless he was looking for a fight, but can it really be considered a fight when it was still one-sided?). No, he's going to play the good dog, scarcely breathing as he meets that gaze. Certainly he's very aware of the danger he's in and every muscle is aching to fight and free himself, dispatch the threat but he only wets his lips with a quick dart of his tongue. ]
Yessir. Thank you, sir.
[ He straightens himself after a moment to ensure he's been given permission to recover, smoothing his dress shirt with a hand and readjusting his tie. He's not sure he should press for details again. ]
This is where I politely refrain from explaining to my coworkers why I'm grinning like this.
Moriarty was a wild fire. Usually Moran was the first to provide the petrol, fan the flames but he knows better than to feed it when it was directed at him (unless he was looking for a fight, but can it really be considered a fight when it was still one-sided?). No, he's going to play the good dog, scarcely breathing as he meets that gaze. Certainly he's very aware of the danger he's in and every muscle is aching to fight and free himself, dispatch the threat but he only wets his lips with a quick dart of his tongue. ]
Yessir. Thank you, sir.
[ He straightens himself after a moment to ensure he's been given permission to recover, smoothing his dress shirt with a hand and readjusting his tie. He's not sure he should press for details again. ]