[Again, that twitch of his eyebrows - and a little knock of his shoe against the other's, as if to say "cut that out".]

My own stories?

[Ah, and there's the rub. A younger Moriarty, a snapshot of a time before his grand step into the world of evil. A Schrodinger's cat of a situation, where his crimes have been done, and yet he has never done them. That's the nature of a Servant. He thinks for a moment, before letting out a hum.]

Ah, well. Don't let it reflect against me here. I was consulting, after all, but...I did act as overseer for a grand war between several factions.