As if he was a five year old and someone just trampled on his drawings, Jim marched around with a sort of bulldog face, arms hanging loose. He let his oddities just be out there. He was tired of hiding it all and had grown that way around the age of ten and so he'd just decided to make everyone worry more for their safety then his histrionics. "Wrong!" Shouting again, but this time out of anger. "Wrong! I have so much hope for you! It's demoralizing when you fail to live up to your potential!"

Jim sat heavily beside Sherlock, reached for, and drank down his tea all while staring up at him with his massive eyes and slicked back hair. Moriarty had a slight build but also a great tolerance for whatever he dosed people with. He'd gotten bored for a few years and just built resistance up to everything he could.

There was obviously not a lot of cocaine in the tea. No one wanted that. No matter how strong a level he could stand.

"Don't let me win. Don't even let me win. That's cheating. I thought better of you. I should have someone bring your dog around and teach you how cheating feels. But!"

His smile returned and he picked the biscuit off of the saucer to hand over to Sherlock. "I don't know your brand. It was either these or Pink Ladies."