Sadji also had a knack for observing but she also had supernatural powers on her side. It was true, Sherlock had cultivated an incredible poker-face and eliminated ‘tells’ from his body language, the only ones he showed were either deemed harmless expressions or they were made deliberately with the intent to mislead. It was also true that being stalked was a constant reality in his life, after all, sometimes criminals were pro-active. They decided to try to take the detective out before he reached them, but he was well-conditioned to respond in such a situation and often pretended to ignore the signals of a predator at his heels or being watched. After all, if he seemed to let his guard down, their guards lowered appropriately, which gave him the element of surprise when it turned out that the hunter was actually the hunted.
Well, let them speak technically, then. It was a very close game, but he could hardly be blamed for having no clue regarding her age. After all, Sherlock didn’t believe in the supernatural, fairytales, parables or the ramblings of occultists. He’d run into a ‘vampire’ or two, in their early to mid-twenties, gothic apparel and prosthetic fangs or professionally filed teeth. He expected to encounter these things when he got a close look at Sadji’s mouth. Perhaps even dental implants, with her dedication to giving atmosphere to this place via blood cocktails and, apparently, a perfect set of fangs, he could imagine she could afford such a thing. But if he knew Sadji thought him amusing or ‘cute’, she would be facing a very different man right now.
She wasn’t shy either, she admitted with no shame that she’d had that man, knew him in the Biblical sense and went on about his eyes. He looked down, raising his brows slightly to keep from rolling them at her. A man-eater. An actual man-eater with an appetite for the aesthetically superior, rarities, peculiar people. Her ease with this made him lean towards dental implants, after all, she seemed completely steeped in this lifestyle, this identity she’d created.
If John were here, he expected that the doctor would warn Sherlock about probing the mouths of strange women, but he wasn’t, so he simply told John’s voice to ‘very kindly shut up’ and proceeded with his investigation. Those words stuck out to him: I have nothing to hide. Now he knew that couldn’t be true. Everyone, without exception, hid something from view. Some unsightly pain, some failing, a deficit, something they found shameful, a secret they benefited from keeping and he would say the same of immortals if they had existed. After all, the point was that they’d possessed humanity and had shed it, was it not? No one with intact reasoning truly had nothing to hide and that was why he smirked at her after she said it.
Well, it would be strange but not impossible for her to posses the same dental structure as a nineteen year old, had it been something congenital or genetic. No one’s body was completely average. It certainly didn’t mean she was one of the undead.
As she opened her mouth, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone, turning the flashlight app on and taking a look for himself. Well, he expected the long, sharp canines, he also glanced at the back of her mouth for the missing molars she spoke of, completely ignoring the concept of physical space, his legs just inches from hers. He instructed, “Please keep your mouth open,” and lifted her chin slightly, his brow furrowed in interest. Her teeth were in good shape, though it seemed underdeveloped, as the molars hadn’t come in yet. There seemed to be bumps where her wisdom teeth should’ve come in but no real signs of impaction, no scars from procedures, no cavities filled. With that, he pulled out his sliding microscope with his free hand, pulled it open and used the lens to inspect her gum line around the canines. He wasn’t a dentist but was used to identifying bodies by dental records, so knew his way around the human mouth enough to trust in his observations.
He squinted hard into the microscope, looking for inflammation, an unnatural protrusion in the gum at the root of the tooth, irritation around it… they had to be implants. One of the best jobs he’d ever seen by his estimation.