"You do spruce up the room, don't you?" His voice came out in a drawl, about as performative as everything he said, impossible to tell how he truly felt. He did, however, use the tip of his foot to push against John's leg a little, in hopes of making him sway. His hands were in his pockets and he stepped a little to the side again, mostly just so that John would keep having to turn to look at him.
"What tricks do you do? You seem decently well trained." Not by him, obviously, although he was sure he could reconfigure that, should he really want to. People weren't difficult to break, they weren't difficult to rebuild either. "You have decent aim, you have the foolish loyalty, all that, anything else?"
He moved closer, sighing. "I like pets, but mine never last that long."
There was only a slight wince as his feet were pushed and he swayed and turned ever so slightly at the hook's whim. John hated how casually his captor looked about all of this, and there wasn't even anyone to blink a help signal to this time.
"Tricks?" He did his best to sound casual, but inside he felt repulsed by the way Moriarty spoke to him like some kind of show dog. "I can bite. Let me down and I'll show you." John did his best to keep a casual tone, but there was no hiding the low growl in the back of his throat. A bulldog indeed.
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"What tricks do you do? You seem decently well trained." Not by him, obviously, although he was sure he could reconfigure that, should he really want to. People weren't difficult to break, they weren't difficult to rebuild either. "You have decent aim, you have the foolish loyalty, all that, anything else?"
He moved closer, sighing. "I like pets, but mine never last that long."
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"Tricks?" He did his best to sound casual, but inside he felt repulsed by the way Moriarty spoke to him like some kind of show dog. "I can bite. Let me down and I'll show you." John did his best to keep a casual tone, but there was no hiding the low growl in the back of his throat. A bulldog indeed.
"Then it must be good that I'm no pet."