Moriarty throws a sloppy salute which is more like smacking himself in the forehead than anything (maybe he wishes to beat the hangover out?). "Aye-aye, ma'am."

With a wordless 'why-won't-this-headache-go-away' grumble, he heads back into the kitchen. It isn't long before the sounds of a kettle boiling start drifting through the door.