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"Now, dear lady, will that be one lump or two?"
As confusing as that question was, the doctor found that speaking with him sent a little thrill down her spine. What an intriguing technology this holodeck was!
Their hands brushed as he handed her the tea. It was really quite good, despite the ingredients being holographic. She hated to admit it, but this kidnapping was one of the more pleasant ones she'd endured in her time in Starfleet. She would never tell Moriarty that, though. He was much too smug already.
He continued to pester her with questions about the nature of the Enterprise, questions he very well knew she would not answer. It unnerved her, how much he was able to glean despite her not giving him a proper response. It was like he could tear her apart with a single glance. And what a thought that was! She wondered if he could tell the definitively unprofessional direction her thoughts were heading in. His smirk certainly suggested so.
"Madam, I must insist you begin to answer my questions. I am getting rather tired of these games."
"Games? Professor, of the two of us, I don't think I am the one playing around right now."
"You are so confident. Are you really so sure your precious 'Holmes' is coming to rescue you?"
"Who says the thought of rescue is what makes me confident?"
"Well, you are in a rather precarious situation. Perhaps you've clung to some ridiculous hope that your man can still best me."
"Precarious? Yes, I do find tea and crumpets to be most unsettling."
At that he flushed with anger and jumped to his feet. "May I remind you," he said as he stepped towards her, "this is not a simple social encounter. Do not underestimate the danger I can be to you."
She rose to her feet as well, and closed the distance between them. He seemed unwilling to step back and concede any ground, so they stood face to face for a moment. "Trust me," she breathed, "I know exactly how dangerous you are."