It was a nice suit. He wished he'd turned up with more of them of course but that would have been too kind of the seal. Still, he'd already gotten his hands on another one. It was an important part of the whole look. "It is, isn't it." he said simply, "Westwood" But the suit wasn't the foremost thing on his mind, oh no. It was the man he'd been keeping an eye on because there was definitely a familiarity there. They'd never met but here, in this crazy world that didn't mean much. He'd seen him somewhere, bored, watching TV, sending the little people out to do, little things while he took some time to relax and regroup. He'd figure it out soon enough.
"Jim Moriarty" he said, extending his hand. No sense in being impolite, the more people that saw him as friendly the less people would suspect him when he started to solve his problem. His very final problem. Because as it turned out it had followed him here in the form of the great detective. Rather convenient he thought. Very kind of that seal thing in some ways though.
He wanted to know if his name meant anything to the man. Jim had been researching and he still found it hilarious. He was this man, this important famed criminal in history but in all of the portrayals he was some old man in ridiculous hats and wrinkled and pathetic. He didn't have the style, this Professor version of him. Jim was professor of nothing. But he had to admit, Napoleon of Crime was just a little bit sexy. That one he might encourage.
"Complex based?" he asked, nodding back the way he came, it was a risky assessment but he had some idea.