And yet she could smell his frustration, a flaring mixture of hormones that she had learned to understand over her long lifespan. However, she knew he could certainly explain it all away if he opened his mind to the possibility that things were not what they seemed. Unlike some vampires, she was a much neater eater so he wouldn't have found much anyway. There was no reason to be vicious and she had learned to heal wounds with her own blood a long time ago. It did not exactly apply to every species of vampire in Preya though - that was particularly confusing, even for her. "If you're not satisfied, I suppose it isn't," and she knew he wasn't.
At the invitation to come closer, to check for her pulse, she settled into an eerie stillness almost like a statue. She would let him touch wherever he needed to satisfy himself. First, of course, was the carotid. That was where everyone started and it seemed he had to double check himself for a moment. Each moment of dissatisfaction led to another pulse point and nothing left to find. Even her foot which was quite thorough of him - she was momentarily impressed. "You could at least put my shoe back on for me," she noted mildly. However, instead of putting it on herself, she just toed the other one off. It would take off about an inch and a half in height but he hadn't seen her stand anyway.
And now she could hear his heart beating a little harder, smell that hint of fear. Something was wrong and he couldn't figure out what. She had no idea what he was looking for but it seemed he was not satisfied with that either. His fear started to show as he spoke now and Sadji grinned with delight. "I don't even know what tetrodotoxin is," she'd had to say the word a little slower simply because it was foreign to her, "And I haven't drugged you. You've had no food or drink while here which was very much on purpose to avoid such accusations. The only way would have been through, perhaps, an aerosol. Maybe in the elevator? And yet my man showed no signs of being dosed so then it would have to be here and yet, I'm certainly not affected, not wearing a mask of any kind." She broke down each part, stripping the puzzle pieces from his grasp.
"Nearly three-thousand, actually," the corners of her mouth perked up slightly, "If you were capable of reading Egyptian hieroglyphics, you'd have my entire life story simply from being in the restaurant." She slipped off the desk, finally standing before him with one hand on her hip, "What you're feeling isn't a drug - well, it's the body's own drugs. Fear, panic, frustration. That adrenaline rush of being prey. Go ahead and search the desk. I'll leave everything as it is." And then she moved at a blinding speed. He would feel the rush of air as she moved past but in a blink, she was simply sitting on one of the couches with a book in hand, reading through the yellowed pages. And the shoes were left behind.