Jim follows her line of sight, giving an impressed sort of look to the bartender that has caught the woman's eye. The nails against the table draws out that disinterested look once more and he diverts his attention back to present company.

"Another appointment this evening? I wouldn't want to tie you up," his candor is rich with innuendo. Ah, he did miss his conversations with her. Few can appreciate a more delicate wit (though he uses the term delicate loosely). "But I think you know why I'm here. And if you don't? Well...perhaps my attention is better spent elsewhere."

Irene Adler may be impatient and cautious right now, lips thinning at him so wryly. But Jim Moriarty is all but containing his giddiness at the moment. The fun is about to begin whether she likes it or not, and this game is going to his best to date.