He does, with the ease and grace of someone who has made a career out of fitting into places that might not necessarily have molded to him. "Good hosts offer tea," he says, bored already, as if he's moved past the cold burning rage and into the monotony of what passes for common decency. "And proper introductions do help to make a good impression," he says evenly, his eyes scanning over the woman.

"You have the distinct pleasure of seeing me for me," he says pleasantly. "Jim Moriarty. Hello."