It's a skill he's honed over the years. Even as a young child his parents often feared the very thought of what he could be capable of if he didn't get his way. Of course, when Jim Moriarty is upset it wont be in a burst or a tantrum (that is, unless you've truly frustrated him as only Sherlock Holmes will ever be capable), it will be a drawn out sort of suffering carefully played out. That's the beauty of having true power in any situation, and this is certainly one where Jim has the upper hand.

But Sebastian's reaction, or lack thereof, is refreshing. Could you blame Jim for looking so thoroughly pleased? His stern threatening expression shifts to a pleasantly entertained, possibly even amused, smirk as he relinquishes the mans hand from his grip. "Then fear not, Basher. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful addition."

He brushes past him, taking his leave of the bloodied room and heading for the warehouse exit, expecting Sebastian to follow. Quickly he sends out a text from his phone to send the various men posted about the docks on their way and a driver around to pick them up.

"Come, there's work to be done and I don't have time to hold your hand and tell you you're a good boy for more than a few hours before I put you to work."