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“I'm so changeable!” Moriarty crooned into the pool area and basked in the sound of his own voice as it echoed off the walls, “Sherlock, I don't think you're taking me seriously.” His voice was almost a whine.
Sherlock shot him daggers which confirmed Moriarty's suspicions. Jim stalked towards Sherlock slowly with an almost timid expression on his face.
“What would you do,” he started wistfully, “If I told you to punch your beloved boyfriend in the face?'