Moriarty calmly walked around the city, perhaps investigating some business, perhaps just breathing fresh air... in in his hands is a newspaper about recent crimes. his step is slow and moderate, his scarlet eyes are fixed on a piece of paper. suddenly someone crashes into him. some kind of child. he smiles softly

“Are you hurt, child? I apologize for my carelessness.”

he even apologized for someone else bumping into him..