"Ah, don't undersell yourself, John. You're worth more than you think." Jim considered the burlap for a moment, but then sighed, deciding it wasn't worth it to get one of his boys in here just to pull it off. Instead he reached out himself, grabbed one corner of the sack with two fingers and pulled it off, making a face as he let it fall down.
"Ugh. You got all sweaty." That was only logical, he supposed, but he still wasn't sure whether he approved or not. He started circling him, perhaps mostly to see how he'd react, perhaps to actually get a closer look at him. There really didn't seem to be that much to him, but he supposed that could be deceptive. Had to be something, to hold Sherlock's interest. "Why do you think you are here?"
He made sure to stop in front of John, to watch his face. It was always entertaining to watch them think. Took them so long.
That voice sounded familiar, and it didn't take him long to pinpoint it. After all, after the to-do at the pool, it was a voice that had haunted John in his dreams. He felt his blood run cold.
As soon as the bag was tugged off his head, he winced at the lights above, happy to have the cooler, fresher air outside the bag on his face. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he narrowed them at the nonchalant face that was watching him as if he was a mildly amusing zoo attraction.
"Because... you apparently didn't have any better decorations for your room?" He offered. He was in trouble, certainly, especially if this man was involved. But that didn't mean he had to play any of his games. This was not a man who did things himself, and so long as they were alone, he was.... probably safe.
"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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"Ugh. You got all sweaty." That was only logical, he supposed, but he still wasn't sure whether he approved or not. He started circling him, perhaps mostly to see how he'd react, perhaps to actually get a closer look at him. There really didn't seem to be that much to him, but he supposed that could be deceptive. Had to be something, to hold Sherlock's interest. "Why do you think you are here?"
He made sure to stop in front of John, to watch his face. It was always entertaining to watch them think. Took them so long.
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As soon as the bag was tugged off his head, he winced at the lights above, happy to have the cooler, fresher air outside the bag on his face. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he narrowed them at the nonchalant face that was watching him as if he was a mildly amusing zoo attraction.
"Because... you apparently didn't have any better decorations for your room?" He offered. He was in trouble, certainly, especially if this man was involved. But that didn't mean he had to play any of his games. This was not a man who did things himself, and so long as they were alone, he was.... probably safe.
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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."