thereichenbachfraud:

[The expression slid off his features instantly and the corners turned up in a half-smile. Lowering his hands, he brushed off his coat, fingers tucking into his pockets.]

That would make you Moran, wouldn’t it? By your build, you’re suited for long-range firing, the type of muscle.. I won’t bore you with the details. One would hope you weren’t here staying out of sight, because you did an utterly pathetic job of that.

[He arched a brow slightly inspecting him.]

I’m surprised you don’t have a gun in hand, or do you think me harmless?

[Staying out of sight, smoking in the streets and drawing attention to himself? Hardly. Although only Holmes had taken any notice of him, as planned, despite his impressive built and supposedly charming face, so he must not be terrible at his job.]

‘Harmless’ is hardly the word I would use to describe you, Mister Holmes.

[He sneers at that, and though it is hard and even bitter it doesn’t carry any threat. The truth is he prefers rifles for extreme long range and a knife for skirmishing but he’s not terribly a fan of pistols. He carries them around during jobs, of course, for things going sour and can use them with pristine accuracy. However, he’s been disallowed from ending Sherlock’s life and that makes carrying a handgun pointless. ]

But who knows. It may be safer for a man like me to leave his gun at home when paying the great Sherlock Holmes a visit. Who knows what policeman might be lurking the shadows, ready to catch me for mine and ignore you yours- or your Watson’s, I suppose.