[center][h1] James Moriarty [/h1][/center]

[i]"The bar can handle itself while I'm gone, and besides, old 'friend,' as a concerned citizen of the city, it was only natural that I, being the genius that I am, investigate the matter."[/i] Moriarty's grin didn't waver, it remained the same, as he answered his rival's questions, careful to well, not give anything away. Not that there was it seemed. After all, he was just an "old man" looking into a matter. A matter that as a philosopher well versed in antiquity, most certainly would draw his attention. But now his attention turned to Holmes' "master," who, an Atlas mage? This didn't bode well, given it was well, Atlas'. He'd have to be careful, who knows what that mage had for Mystic Codes, and how he loathed the thought of magecraft spoiling his plans. But it didn't show, instead, he seemed to start at being told that the young mage had read his own texts. [i]"Miss Obberhausen? Charmed."[/i] He took the hand, shaking lightly, before then lifting it to his lips to politely kiss, as in the old custom, his gaze lowered, but not his guard. Take that, Holmes. A moment later, he straightened up, now to answer, it would give his True Name away, but that mattered little in this day and age. Perhaps in a Grail War, but those were a thing of the past now. [i]"Ah yes, which ones? I've written more than a few mathematical texts, and even a tome or two upon Greek Philosophy. But I am, first and foremost, a scholar of the mathematics. The language of the universe."[/i] Overblown perhaps, but he had his reasons for such. Probably...right?