The idea of sharing a kettle of tea with John Watson was not an idea that would have been kindly considered back in London. James Moriarty, consulting criminal, would only have done so for his own beneficial gain. However, this was not his life in London. This was his life in Preya, and his name was defined much differently these days. In the last year especially, he had grown fond of John Watson, and sharing a cup of tea with him on that afternoon? Quite nice. Jim was there for the sake of learning more of John, for the chance to sit so close to him and know him on an even more personal level. Jim could not remember the last time he felt that way about anyone.
This was an interesting path that he had taken, and he did not even hesitate in taking the cup of tea as it was offered to him. "You're kind to invite me over, John. I would have hosted our evening festivities, but my place is undergoing some changes." Like housing the son of Satan, for example, but Jim wasn't sure if John would be ready for that topic. Nothing killed a romantic evening like sharing with a handsome fellow that you're housing evil in the flesh. That would be saved for their next conversation, perhaps after a few alcoholic beverages were sampled.