"Right," Moriarty scowled, taking out a notebook and pen. "I'm writing you down on a list. When we win and take over, Prospero will see what to do with you."
"You won't win."
"Yes we shall."
"No you shan't."
They might have continued had a certain thief not interuppted...
"Whistle while you work! Prospero's a twerp! He's half barmy! So's his army! Whistle while you work!"
"You too! What's your name?"
"Don't tell him Ezekiel!"
"Ezekiel..." Moriarty wrote it down.
Flynn was left with the sensation that he was an idiot. Eve's slow clapping and stare told him that was the case.