It amused Sadji how unphased Sherlock seemed to be - well, looked to be. He seemed to have learned how to train his face to keep everything hidden, even in his stance. And he was used to being stalked by someone, something, maybe many things. His scent gave away smaller ticks and she could hear his heartbeat even across the room. Her smile as he repeated her words was one of amusement. He had no idea just how right that was.
She nodded her head slightly, "Technically speaking, yes, though it's closer to Libyan." However, she did mean Ancient Libya which had been, for a time, under Egyptian rule - including when she was born. Sadji wasn't keen on giving him that just yet. He had to guess and he wasn't doing it very well. Then again, it was a bit of a trick, wasn't it? The whole point was an attempt to get him to fail. It was cheating.
It wasn't difficult to look down one's nose at Sadji. She was only 5'4" so practically everyone looked down at her at least physically. She silently noted the way he stayed out of reach though it wouldn't matter if she wanted him. She could move faster than he could blink, was stronger than he could possibly imagine a woman of her size could be. If only he knew. And she said nothing as he made a comment about scalpels and needles, simply looking amused. Everything he did was amusing, was funny in ways he could never comprehend. Humans were such cute little things.
"If you're asking if I've had him in my bed," she paused momentarily just smiling, "Of course, I have. I rarely turn down company when they're gorgeous or unique. You may have noticed he's mixed. Those beautiful pale eyes remind me of a snow covered lake - just hints of blue. I love getting lost in them." But not so much that she would consider herself smitten. It had been a very long time since she felt anything like love, unsure if her heart would ever belong to another. Then she shrugged a shoulder dismissing the conversation in an instant, "I have nothing to hide."
And if he did bite back, he would have found that her skin was almost as hard as stone, impossible for a human with no special abilities to pierce. But that was neither here nor there. "I deny it. As you look at my fangs, you might notice the state of my teeth never progressed past the age of nineteen. I'm missing several molars but they weren't removed." And with that, she opened her mouth. There was no heat like a normal person's body temperature and no breath but she seemed to be perfectly fine.