The night was young for Moriarty and he had every intention of making the most of it, although he was still "on the clock". There were a few side projects he was working on, that night being one of them. He would never come to Decadence for his own fun-filled purposes, but if the visit resulted in him gaining someone's advantage, then off he went.
He was seated at the bar after sealing a deal and waited for an opportune moment to make his departure from the establishment. Seated properly at the center of the bar, his back was towards the door, but he could gaze at its reflection through his glass. Trailing his finger along the rim of the glass, he kept his eyes on the reflection, watching as his business partner slowly made his way across the room. He would make his own departure when his partner was long gone, to prevent further suspicions. Then he saw a familiar figure pass and waited to address him, precious seconds passing until he was assured that it was safe to look away.
"Did you finally grow bored of London?" he asked Mycroft as he slowly spun around the stool to face him. "Or did you miss my face?"