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Jim Moriarty will turn you into shoes (sooochangeable) wrote in wariscoming,

There was no sense in pushing people to get where he wanted them. Everyone had different lines, everyone had their own strengths and Jim had an ample supply of killers for sale or rent. Killers were easy. Seductresses were harder to find, and ones that didn't betray him for an infatuation with Sherlock even less so. Perhaps Gaia could take the place Irene Adler had left vacant. Perhaps she could use those wiles on someone weaker than him. Because she was trying with him, and oh she was good. Of course he liked attention. Of course he liked to be admired. He was a man to be admired after all. He watched her critically as she took the second hit. It was all he'd give her for now, just enough to get her a little more open with him and that was all he needed. And she liked an audience. He couldn't deny her that, so did he.

She also really quite liked where his hand was. He really would have to talk to Emma about that part of his job. He sensed his fairytale might get a bit jealous if he told her how far he had to take a personal interest sometimes. Like the little mouse. She'd needed to feel loved so he played at love. It was an easy deception when one was an actor to the caliber he was. And his whole plan back home to destroy Sherlock had hinged on acting. Though maybe...

"Hard to discredit a man with a fictional history of being the hero. Its quite the predicament I find myself in." he told her, keeping his hand fixed at the back of her neck while pulling her hair out of her eyes with the other. She really was right where he wanted her and it was fascinating to watch her cleave to him for an addiction so easily. "You're going to tell me what you'd do in such a situation. How you'd bring him down. Where you'd start and what you'd do."

She'd turned to face him and so his hand moved from her neck to trail along her cheekbone. Oh she really was a Roman too. She held herself as he'd always imagined they would in that time. But he'd need to get rid of any sense of her being in charge of her surroundings, with the first hit of cocaine, here in this room, she'd made herself his. The second...

"I told you I wanted to inspect the goods, didn't I? How do I do that when they're hidden." he told her and stood for a moment walking to the door. It wasn't him she'd get her hands on tonight, not really. He didn't need to get his hands dirty for a drug tainted Roman. But this would serve two purposes. "Remove the dress." he said idly and opened the door for a second, whispering to the man stationed outside it. He'd call in Kyla. Dreadful little hussy, she'd tried to worm her way into his bed and while obviously it hadn't worked he'd admired her tenacity. He'd give her to Gaia. If she was good.

"Need to see what I'm buying, like I said. Or did you actually think you'd manage to seduce me?"