[ Jekyll's whole body tenses when Moriarty teases him, a knife materializing in his grasp as his stance subtly shifts toward one of battle. Before he can make up his mind whether to strike right then and there, however, Moriarty jovially turns the statement on its head.
Jekyll freezes, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere, although his eyes do soon narrow again in suspicion. The knife, however, disappears with a brief glitter of gold sparkles. ]
...I'll do that.
[ Jekyll concedes, stiffly, although he's still certain he won't find a single complaint against Moriarty.
The Napoleon of Crime is too charming, too careful, to leave such an obvious trail of bread crumbs. ]
no subject
Jekyll freezes, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere, although his eyes do soon narrow again in suspicion. The knife, however, disappears with a brief glitter of gold sparkles. ]
...I'll do that.
[ Jekyll concedes, stiffly, although he's still certain he won't find a single complaint against Moriarty.
The Napoleon of Crime is too charming, too careful, to leave such an obvious trail of bread crumbs. ]