His pace progressively slows as Jim lists of more and more about him, eventually ending in a dead stop near the table as he calmly pulls the sunglasses off and folds them with a brief, tight smile that's gone almost as soon as it appears. "Well you certainly have me at a disadvantage, haven't you?"
The tone is deceptively pleasant although maybe with a touch deadpan irritation flirting at the edges there. Tucking the glasses away, Sebastian takes a quick visual sweep of the building, eyes seeking out any possible locations of additional men, locations of the windows and what sort of shots the outside buildings might be able to get through them. This sounds a bit like a blackmail setup, but he would have expected more people if that were the case.
He takes the look with the slightest raise of eyebrows, giving the shorter man a quick glance himself. Expensive, exceptionally expensive and he wears it like a natural. This man reminds him a bit of the tigers he used to hunt, actually, giving him the impression of attractive but unspeakably dangerous. Certainly this wasn't the Moriarty, was it? There's really no one else who could fit the look like this but in that case, where was all the hired help, the body guards?
"I hardly image you show such interest in all your temps. To what do I owe the privilege, ah" he pauses slightly, "Mister Moriarty, I presume?" In a show of good enough faith, he closes the distance between them to extend a hand to shake.
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The tone is deceptively pleasant although maybe with a touch deadpan irritation flirting at the edges there. Tucking the glasses away, Sebastian takes a quick visual sweep of the building, eyes seeking out any possible locations of additional men, locations of the windows and what sort of shots the outside buildings might be able to get through them. This sounds a bit like a blackmail setup, but he would have expected more people if that were the case.
He takes the look with the slightest raise of eyebrows, giving the shorter man a quick glance himself. Expensive, exceptionally expensive and he wears it like a natural. This man reminds him a bit of the tigers he used to hunt, actually, giving him the impression of attractive but unspeakably dangerous. Certainly this wasn't the Moriarty, was it? There's really no one else who could fit the look like this but in that case, where was all the hired help, the body guards?
"I hardly image you show such interest in all your temps. To what do I owe the privilege, ah" he pauses slightly, "Mister Moriarty, I presume?" In a show of good enough faith, he closes the distance between them to extend a hand to shake.