He looks into the mirror. Sharp eyes stare back at him. The eyes in the mirror are not looking AT him, they're looking THROUGH him. It isn't his reflection. The man in the mirror isn't Jim Moriarty. The man in the mirror is Sherlock Holmes. Actually he is the most important person to Jim and the most dangerous. Jim just saw him in action. He is brilliant, he is clever - he is equal. And that's why he is going to try to beat the 'Consulting Detective'. But it's not about beating him. That will be the easy part. He wants to own him. He wants to have him close. He wants to smell him. He wants to touch him - and kiss him.
When they just met, a few hours ago, Sherlock seemed so close. Then again so far. He saw him. How he looked at his companion. He wants Sherlock to look at him in this way. Moriarty felt anger, rising in him. The reflection changes. The hair is getting lighter, the eyes darker. Oh, he depsises this man - John Watson. He clenches his left fist. His heart is beating louder, like a war drum. And in the next second the reflection is smashed, but it's not longer John Watson. He can see his own eyes in it, starring at him.
He will find a plan. A plan to solve the final problem.