He rolled his eyes at the man as he pulled his gloves off and placed them back in his pocket. “She’s single, you want to, you’ve always wanted her, stop stalling. You aren’t the only man around here with a working pair of eyes.”
With that, he turned to Sadji and gave him a cursory smile because that’s what people did, wasn’t it? Why? Chimps and other primates took bearing teeth as a sign of aggression, why were people put at such ease by a smile? People were incredibly stupid, which is what his findings usually concluded with. Sherlock heard the doors close behind him, but his eyes were everywhere already, on the mahogany desk, the… person… Sadji, sitting on it. There was pottery (both likely from Nambia and Peru, but he couldn’t be sure in this lighting,) a didgeridoo, a whale-bone carving from the Inuit, Sadji had seemed to collect all these things by hand, which meant a lot of travel in a short life. Sherlock would accept no older than 32, regarding their age. There were some artifacts that even he couldn’t analyze due to the lighting and his suspicion that Sadji had been harboring some precious pieces here that the museum would rather house. His eyes hit the scroll and his brow raised as he glanced over at Sadiji. “If I’m not mistaken…” he stepped closer to it and craned his head at such an angle that he could make out half the tops of Greek letters and when leaning over to inspect the papyrus better, he stood slowly. This couldn’t have been legal. But it was fascinating, nonetheless.
He turned to Sadji, looking pretty as a picture and answered, “It yielded some intriguing possibilities. Nothing conclusive, though. You have a rather… eccentric taste that transcends several cultures and eras in this room. For instance, that scroll from Alexandria? How did you come to posses that, I wonder?” Implication dripped from his dry assessment of the scroll. “So, aside from being involved in illegal trade of ancient artifacts, what can you tell me, Sadji? Let’s start with the blood on your manservant’s shoe or… no, perhaps the blonde that left your office just a moment ago, sporting gouges in a fashion that rules out a snake bite.”
He smirked at Sadji before putting his hands behind his back and languidly pacing the room. “In fact, if anything, it looks approximately the width across and the shape of human canines, but that’s impossible, considering the lack of accompanying teeth marks between the holes. Prosthetics? It might’ve been you, I endeavor to see that smile of yours. Or is this just an examination of a strange client’s fetish forced upon an unsuspecting dancer?”