Not that he thought it would present a problem, Moriarty had come up with several assignments that he knew Moran would enjoy immensely. All sniper related or brutally up close and personal. Setting the docket of said tasks aside, he swirled his his glass of Scotch in relative silence. Sipping occasionally at it, he sat patiently waiting for Moran to come back from one of his side jobs. Or at least he assumed it was. He'd been giving the man a wider berth to let him process what passed between them of late. For all he knew, he could be knee deep in slum whores. Didn't bother him as he was so busy with his current proposals involving
Lucy, that he couldn't (though he was capable) afford to divide his attention today.