The dark eyed man before him was excited. Sherlock could see it in the slight shake to his hands, the enlargement of those wide black pupils, even the manic grin was half genuine.
"Suddenly, I'm Mr Sex," Moriarty purred, smiling almost childishly over his teacup.
Sherlock frowned. "No." He rumbled softly.
The master criminal quirked an elegant eyebrow. "No?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes dramatically. "No, you aren't. You are a homoromantic asexual. The idea of sexual activity repels you in the same way it does me."
Moriarty giggled. "I knew I liked you for a reason! I do soooo love it when you're clever~"
He drained the teacup, placing it on the glass table and shuffled his chair forward until he was practically in Sherlock's lap.
Sherlock's eyes widened. "What are you-"
Moriarty tutted.
"Silly Sherly. You were right on both counts, of course, but..."
"But?" The detective growled.
"Buuuut I figured we could at least cuddle~?"