Angels? Are you sure you don't have me mistaken for someone else?

[ Irene grits her teeth at the pain, but she still manages to speak calmly. He's becoming too close for comfort, and she should have expected the retaliation. Especially when all the rules were gone in this dream state -- or is it a nightmare?

But then her mask hardens when she feels his fingers weaving into her hair. All of her instincts and defenses going up, knowing that Moriarty was like a ticking bomb and that she crossed him this time. Even though her mind logically separate this from the waking world, the pain is still very much real. Maybe she should have drove her stiletto into his leg to remind him. ]

Jealously isn't a good look on you, darling.

[ Her voice is ice. Sherlock was a sensitive subject for the both of them, so she's not holding back. It resonates more than his death threat -- not when so many were after her head. ]

But I'm afraid you'll have to get in line.