"Who is going to call the medic? You?" Moriarty couldn't hide the grin that passed across his face as he tilted his head to the side a fraction of an inch. "You don't want me to and you don't think I will. Bad move, you know I love proving you wrong." He didn't even seem to wince as he pressed the blade into the flesh of his throat until it bit into his skin just enough to draw blood.