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Moriarty is sprawled on the sofa in front of the fire, hanging half off one end, his violin crooked against his shoulder as he plays Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G Minor.

It's not a particularly cheerful tune, but what it is is technically demanding, and Moriarty has his eyes shut and brow furrowed slightly. He'd probably be fairly easy to sneak up on.

Botherable.

[OOC: Mun is sleeping now, but the EP is open forever.]

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Shifty look.

When he kisses her again, it's totally not just how he doesn't have to think of a better dirty joke.

Totally.

No, that's quite alright. Alternate entries are always welcome. She hums her appreciation of his tactics, with a steadying hand gripping his shirt.

Absently, after the kiss is finished: "You know what would be fun? Baking a cake."

Beat.

"And I have a kitchen."

No, he has no idea where this is coming from either. Possibly nerves.

"I do like baking people things. Perhaps a chocolate cake?" She refrains from giggling at his non sequitur, given more towards charity since he really isn't at all bad at kissing.

"So long as you have a fire extinguisher. Sometimes there are distractions."

"Rampaging elephants?" Moriarty asks sagely.

"They are the hidden menace of Milliways." Oswin assures him, her dark eyes very wide. "You never know when one might turn up."

"I consider myself very lucky to have managed to avoid them so far."

"Perhaps I should stick close to you, then - your luck seems to be better than mine." One can't be too careful in the face of rogue elephants.

"I'm sure I could live with that," Moriarty says, rising to his feet (and picking up his violin) and offering Oswin a hand.

"Are you sure? The scores of ladies just waiting to fall at your feet might have a different opinion." Oswin points out archly, taking his hand. "The security folks might not appreciate a riot."

"No doubt they'll manage. It'll be painful at first, but they'll move past it."

"You could always throw one of your brothers at them." She'd suggest the one in the military - there's nothing quite like a uniform for horde-bait.

Moriarty looks appalled by this idea. "You'd have me leave one of my poor, defenceless brothers to a horde of rampaging women?"

Honestly, Oswin.

"Well I haven't any brothers to throw at them." Oswin retorts, practically. "Consider it a health retreat - that what does not kill you, and such."

Moriarty sniffs. "Beside, they're ugly bastards."

"Am I doomed to fail before I begin, then?" She pulls a 'tragic heroine' sort of expression... or at least one she believes fits the bill.

Solemnly: "You'll find a way. Probably. Maybe."

"Your faith in me is astounding." Her attempt at noble fails when she rolls her eyes. "Makes me feel all warm and gushy."

At the mention of 'warm and gushy', Moriarty just gives her an exaggerated eyebrow waggle.

"Horrible man!" She smacks him across the shoulder, even though she has to (privately) admit she walked into that one.

"No, no, please, tell me more about how warm and gushy I make you feel," Moriarty grins.

"You don't." She punctuates the statement with jab at his chest. "You are perfectly horrid."

Moriarty sticks his tongue out at her.

He makes a quick beeline to the bar, collecting up some baking ingredients in a basket, and beams at Oswin.

"And you're shameless in your pursuit of baked goods. And you'd've better have gotten some chocolate, I doubt any has survived in your apartment." That's a bribery basket, albeit a highly effective one. She could make tasty things with that.

"You make it sound like I'm some sort of chocolate fiend who can't control myself around even a hint of cocoa."