[Good, Sherlock thought - focusing on the dialogue now, keep the revulsion down. It was strangely illuminating, seeing how the man was spinning stories - true ones, but stories nonetheless to keep the Vampire's interest. The younger vampire could almost see how Moriarty was thinking, how he goes for just the right inflection, the appropriate cadence for the desired effect]

And to the broken state I had found him in, his spirit proved much more resilient. But like any stallion, one just needs a firm hand. This might prove entertaining, Mr. Moriarty.

[He lets go of Sherlock's chin, before rising back up, gesturing for the Englishman to stand as well]

It is about time for us to leave, shall we meet tomorrow?