"Right then," Lestrade says, glaring hard at Moran. "Right... No, we can move this arrest along, but just so you know, Colonel." Lestrade takes a step closer, trusting that his men have this man under control. Lestrade is much shorter than Moran, and he looks up at him, and Moran is fierce, oh yes; he looks like a hunter, or whatever he is according to Holmes, but Lestrade's used to staring down such men.

"The only thing keeping me from attempting to strangle you, sir, is my uniform, and some days that barrier feels thinner than others." He backs away and gives his own brand of a fierce smile. "Just keep that in mind, Colonel. Alright, boys, carry him away, for the attempted murder of Dr. Watson. Unless there's anything you'd like to add?" he asks, turning to Watson and Holmes.