Yes, Jim is beginning to understand why Sebastian Moran was succeeding at this interview. Despite what looked like hesitance earlier on, the composure and ruthlessness displayed when he finally pulled the trigger. A shame, considering how much time Jim took to select the perfect treat to make the sniper squirm the most. Even if he had just a little more, Moriarty wouldn't have been swayed on his final decision. No matter, there will be plenty of time to systematically toy with the man in the future.

After the deafening echo of the gunshot fades he claps his hands together three times in a complimentary slow clap. "Congratulations are in order, as you have won the prize. No living in slums, all the hunting you could ever ask for... under one condition." Jim walks slowly over to Sebastian and takes the gun from his hand. After flipping the safety back on and slipping it into its holster at his side, he extends his right hand out to Sebastian. "You can be the right hand of the greatest criminal this world has ever seen. Untouchable. All it requires is a bit of doing what you're told, nothing more."

There's a shift in Jim Moriarty's demeanor as he offers this once in a lifetime chance up. To him, this is the greatest honor he could bestow on anyone, and he truly believes it would improve this disheveled, disinherited and disgraced ex-military man's life a thousand fold, but he would have to accept him as his new driving force. His new father. His new country. The orphaned souls who signed their life over to his service were richly rewarded, so long as they were unwaveringly obedient.