Sadji's assistant blushed darkly when Sherlock's unsolicited advice was voiced and light eyes went to Sadji for approval. She only cocked her head slightly to one side dismissively in a sort of 'don't look at me' sort of expression. Her second-in-command was welcome to make his own decisions. But once he left, which he did rather quickly, she knew that the blonde wouldn't be single for much longer. What that would do for her blood doll status, Sadji didn't know but they would cross that bridge when they got to it. After all, his dolls weren't slaves, weren't property. They were welcome to come and go as they pleased.
Her dark eyes watched Sherlock like a predator. That smile wasn't one that was comfortable or meaningful, all formality. And the one Sadji bore was small, calculated, almost not there at all. She idly scratched the side of her neck as he examined the artifacts, never asking to touch but maybe he didn't need to. Her expression never changed even as he idly half-questioned the scrolls. Those were always first for the observant. "Let's just say my library fees are extraordinarily overdue," Sadji joked. Her own accent was much harder to place. It was a mishmash of eras and nations from ancient Egypt to modern America, with heavy hints of lost Pictish and Norse, several dialects of Italian and French. It was probably similar to something out there but not close enough.
"Mm, the bite," the way Sadji's face became stern, it was clear she wasn't exactly pleased by it, "Someone was careless with my doll. She's being sent home for the evening to rest. The blood on my manservant's shoe likely came from that particular incident. He helps watch over the dolls when he's not assisting me." There wasn't a single bit there that was a lie. Oh sure, she glossed over a few details but it was all true. If Sherlock wanted more, though, he was going to have to play Sadji's game.
She beckoned him closer with the movement of a single finger. Then held her hands out to her sides, "Feel free to get closer and take a good look. I have no secrets. You'll find I do have canines that could make those marks but if you want to see if they're prosthetics, you're welcome to try and pull them out. Just be careful. They're very sharp." Now Sadji grinned broadly, threateningly, showing off the fangs. Then she braced her hands on her desk and opened her mouth wide, inviting him closer.