[What nice words. But for a moment, Moriarty's gaze flickers. What wonderful compliments.]
["Would you mean that if this was any other situation? If this wasn't a game? A challenge?"]
["Do you mean it, dear detective?"]
[But he doesn't say any of that. Instead, his smile turns up, his dark eyes close in a fox-like expression, as if to hide them away.]
Ah, so the detective can spin poetry, too. How marvelous. Your tongue is silver, truly. [And he opens his eyes just a sliver, darkness peeking between dark blue outlines.] If you continue to be like this, I have no choice but to pull you in further. Dark eyes can be like the abyss, you know. And like the abyss, I'll certainly look back at you with favor.
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[What nice words. But for a moment, Moriarty's gaze flickers. What wonderful compliments.]
["Would you mean that if this was any other situation? If this wasn't a game? A challenge?"]
["Do you mean it, dear detective?"]
[But he doesn't say any of that. Instead, his smile turns up, his dark eyes close in a fox-like expression, as if to hide them away.]
Ah, so the detective can spin poetry, too. How marvelous. Your tongue is silver, truly. [And he opens his eyes just a sliver, darkness peeking between dark blue outlines.] If you continue to be like this, I have no choice but to pull you in further. Dark eyes can be like the abyss, you know. And like the abyss, I'll certainly look back at you with favor.