"tell me something, olivia." sherlock's voice was unusually contemplative, compared to the typical droll monotone that he applied to every subject unrelated to a particularly intriguing case. "are you capable of imagining . . . oh, i don't know. a world where james moriarty may be able to behave / appealing / to the public? practically endearing?" he had spent an excessive amount of time preparing for moriarty's following move after the crown jewels incident. now that james moriarty was a free man and had stopped by for a cuppa and some vaguely threatening conversation, it was the only topic on his mind. though he'd been precise to keep moriarty's little visit a secret from everyone, including mrs. hudson and john. at least olivia was unlikely to suspect an ulterior motive for his subject matter -- after all, she hadn't been on the phone when moriarty was released from imprisonment.