[Moriarty lets out a small groan and shakes his head. He pockets the box cutter.] How perfectly ordinary, these insults. Though I suppose they're just a tad more creative than you're usual. [He scrunches up his face to do his best impression of House, terrible American accent and all.] Idiot! Moron!

[He stands up suddenly and drags his chair over to where House is listening to the wall. The chair legs squeal against the floor as he strolls. Once he's satisfied with its placement, ensuring that it encroaches on House's personal space just enough to be off-putting, he doesn't bother sitting down. Instead, he leans against it, his elbows balanced on the chair back. Hi.]

At least the quip about my stature is true.