I imagine Moran is up in the balcony while they’re reading, and just white knuckling the chair’s seat by his thighs, and he’s just so fucking angry because Jim let it get this far, but he’s in a courtroom and can’t do shit about it. So he just sits and stares, but accidentally lets that guttural rumble of displeasure leave his chest, and kind of like a shepherd and sheep, Jim’s ears are the only ones that actually hear it, take notice, and know what the sound is, and so Jim’s just standing there thinking:
“Sebastian’s here? I told him not to come. Was that his growl?”
“Yeah, that was his growl. Petulant tiger fit.”
“Come on, sweetie, calm down, they can’t touch me. Don’t be so angry.”
“It is quite alright. Let Daddy work. I’ve got this under control…”
And in that last gif, he already knows his master scheme, and so he has that like look on his face, where he knows that the next few months will be hard, but like pulling a splinter out, it hurts like hell, but it has to be done, because if you don’t fix the problem, the splinter will fester in the flesh.