And just what have you...noticed. [ His tone fluctuates slightly, deepening as he nears closer. It was a veiled flirtation, certainly - because he knows Sherlock well, well enough to know just how much it tends to get to him, how much it seems to bother him. ]
[ Moriarty takes out a stick of gum, making a show of slipping the white strip on his tongue, pulling it into his mouth with the tip. He chews, rather obnoxiously, almost boredly, you're boring him Sherlock. Boring, boring, boring. ]
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[ Moriarty takes out a stick of gum, making a show of slipping the white strip on his tongue, pulling it into his mouth with the tip. He chews, rather obnoxiously, almost boredly, you're boring him Sherlock. Boring, boring, boring. ]
I'd love to know.