Oh, the bastard. He thinks he's so clever, throwing Moran's habits in his face, and the thing is, he is clever. The thing that makes this terrible, unbearable, enough to make him spit nails is that Moriarty would have chastised him for getting caught in this way. So obvious. So expected.

He stops struggling, though his face is no less fierce, no less full of rage and murderous intent. He takes his eyes off Holmes only long enough to stare down this Lestrade. Maybe he should have gone after him, first. Shaken Holmes's defenses. Moriarty would have approved of that.

"Do I have to listen to this? If I am to be arrested, can we not get on with it? So far as I understand it, the law doesn't require me to put up with the infuriating ramblings of this man. But then, you are the experts."