Finally. Finally there was a fight. It was small at first, barely anything for Sebastian to get excited about. He was able to force the man’s hip easily into the wall to prevent him from squirming and by pressing his legs in, he could stop the kicking as well. He needed to know. He had to know. If nothing happened, he didn’t know what he would do. If something did… again, Sebastian would be at a loss. It was now or never.
The feeling of Jim’s body growing slack caused him to stop everything, just holding him and staring. There was something in that glare, something familiar and chilling and unwanted that caused Sebastian to release him at once, taking a step back and having his hands drop to his sides. He swallowed hard. Now that he had brought it on, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it. The other Jim… Jimmy, seemed to care. Moriarty did not.
“Sir.” He said, blinking and then pushing all other emotions down his throat. He folded his arms behind his back and smirked, giving off his typical air. Sebastian had to be ready to serve, at any time. Now was no different.
Jim stood up straight, rubbing his wrists slowly. He didn’t look at Sebastian, it seemed as if he was looking at everything but the sniper right now. Icy eyes eventually settled on the taller man, boring into him. A tight smile curled over Jim’s lips.
“Would you mind telling me why the man who is supposed to protect me with his life is manhandling me?” Jim was barely speaking, he grew quieter with every word. He stepped closer to Sebastian. He seemed much bigger than he actually was, to anyone watching them it would look as though Jim was towering over the other.
He reached out and rested a hand on Sebastians shoulder. The smile hadn’t left his face, which was more worrying than reassuring. Bony fingers dug into the his shoulder. Jim pushed down on him gently. It was an unspoken order. Kneel, dog, or face the full extent of my anger.