[Not to be deterred, Moriarty decides to up the antics here a bit. He taps back, but this time with a neat little pattern, short little nudges and more meaningful prolonged pushes. Morse code, if Heizou can recognize it. S-T-O-P.]

That I did. [Its impossible for his eyes to glitter - if they do, they do so like black sand, absorbing light. And yet they do now, smile curving up a bit.] And it never is so simple, truly. Do you think we are alike? How wonderful to hear. I like to know if there are minds that can challenge my own, you know.

[Challenge, but not overtake. He won't stand for that.]